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was obliged to doubt the truth of his assertion. 

 Daisy turned up soon with a bag full of nuts, 

 and as the donkey couldn't get through the 

 iron gate, and was not fool enough to try 

 to get over it, nor yet to swim across the 

 river, he was soon captured. Bobby and 

 Daisy and donkey started for home, and 

 reached it without further disaster. 



Monday, October 6th. Bad as all the days 

 have hitherto been (except yesterday, being 

 Sunday, which was fine), this Monday was 

 the worst of all. It began to rain early and 

 it rained steadily all day, a cold, drifting 

 drizzle. I fished all day in it and my labours 

 were not rewarded. I may say, however, that 

 I reached home at five o'clock, outwardly 

 dripping with wet but inwardly as dry as a dry 

 fly. I wore my india-rubber knee boots, and 

 I was covered over by that really most valu- 

 able and useful article of apparel, "Burberry's 

 Patent Slip-On." It is as light as a feather 

 almost, it presents no impediment in fishing, 

 and this day certainly tested its impenetrability. 

 I wore it all day in a steady downpour, and 

 I finished up as dry as when I went out 

 in the morning. 



