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however, walk into my pannier, friend. Hollo 

 Dick! 



Heron. Another! 



Wandle. A brace, I believe ; there is one at my 

 trail-fly also, but neither of them are large. You see 

 they begin to do us homage. 



Heron. So I observe. Look what a world of them 

 are agog in yonder stream ! why, every inch of water 

 is alive ; let us down to it, and give no quarter. 



Wandle. Kemain where you are, Dick, if you are 

 wise. Take my word for it you'll not capture a single 

 fin. 'Tis the same on this very pool. See, how the 

 March-browns are descending ! Our feathers can do 

 nothing among such tempters. 



Heron. Sad enough ! my mouth waters at the sight 

 of these great fellows popping up every mortal second, 

 and no way to run our hooks athwart them. I have 

 one in jeopardy, however ; he is but tenderly fastened, 

 and I must wile him in among the levels. 



Enter SWIVELTOP. 



Swivel. You will teach our club humility, gentle- 

 men. Of a truth they may abandon the contest ; but 

 I fear I disturb you, Mr. Heron-bill. 



Heron. Not so, Doctor ; I angle all the better now 

 that you are with me ; believe me you are no mar- 

 sport, and aid wonderfully in keeping up my courage 



Swivel. Which I had as lief see extinguished. 



