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he called Jones. He insisted on my angling for 

 Jones, and smiled when, after a considerable time, 

 I told him that ancrlinj^ for Jones had no interest 

 for me. And on our return journey an hour later 

 he said, " Better have another cast at Jones, sir. 

 He's still rising." But I told him the truth. I 

 was not man enough for Jones, or he was too much 

 of a trout for me. 



There was another fish, too — Robinson hight, I 

 think. His story is not without humour. Quite 

 early in the afternoon the keeper had been telling 

 me of the many attainments of the fish on the upper 

 water. " There is one," he said, " whom we call 

 Robinson, and he won't let you get within forty 

 yards of him." I put this fact away in my mind, 

 and thought no more of it till about half-past four. 

 Then it recurred to me. From the distance we 

 had seen many rings oft repeated. " There's one," 

 said the keeper with much eagerness, and he inti- 

 mated that if I wanted to make up my two brace 

 now was the time. Needless to say I at once made 

 ready to cover the trout, and crept up to within 

 casting distance. After waiting there for some 

 minutes I looked round. " Is that the trout that 

 won't let you get within forty yards ? " I asked. 

 " Is that, m fact, Robinson ? " And a smihng 

 face assured me that it was. 



That little stream still goes on successfully after 



