58 ANGLING REMINISCENCES. 



his muzzle. Bring the pitcher to this side, and be 

 ready to start, boys. Now for it ! 



SWIVELTOP and MAY-FLY empty the 

 water tub on the GAUGER. 



Exciseman. Ugh ! d n it ! What the mis- 

 chief's here ? blast them ! Wat, Eab, ye deil's 

 taed-eaters ! whar hae ye gane, ye gude for nae- 

 things ? Ugh ! Ye'll get it, as shure's I'm a born 

 man. Ugh ! ugh ! 



Exeunt. 



ANOTHER PART OF THE RIVER. 



Enter LEISTER and OTTER. 



Otter. The evening is a delicious one. How lightly 

 across our favourite pool steals the dew- winged zephyr! 

 The late shower seems just to have ambered the water, 

 and no more. It is in the loveliest of trims. Not a 

 trout keeps its shelter, save two or three of the largest, 

 and these also will soon be astir after their food. I 

 prefer much the arching boughs of this oak-tree to the 

 coffin of a room we have just left, with all its roaring 

 jollity and good-fellowship. 



Leister. Ay, Tom. 'tis the winning side of the 



