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the tongue, so that, without any very great exertion, 

 it was impossible for them to escape, my tackle being 

 strong and in good order. 



May. How, think you, they weigh ? 



Swivel. Two stone at the least, not an ounce under. 

 They are no bagatelle you will allow, and pain my 

 shoulders considerably the strap of my pannier being 

 somewhat narrow. I will relieve myself for a space, 

 and lay out my spoils on the heather. 



May. What a swasher has this been ! gaunt and 

 big in the bone, a contrast rare to that sleek-sided 

 monk of a fish you threw just down, which more 

 resembles one of those caught in this loch, save that 

 it hath twice its dimensions, and is of darker hue about 

 the belly ; altogether, you have wrought an achieve- 

 ment, which will cause Leister to rub his eyes out of 

 suspicion that they are sadly bewitched. Faith ! but 

 I shall forth myself, an it please you to guide me, and 

 make second mischief among the knaves. 



Swivel. Nay, Bill, not in such haste ; 'tis a dead 

 calm on the water surface. Moreover, methinks I 

 have mastered all such as were within reach of my 

 fly and in rising humour. Delay till to-morrow, and 

 may you speed well ! 



May. I shall task myself to do so, seeing your 

 counsel hath reason in't. Do you not marvel, 

 Doctor, at the heronry on yonder islet ? What a 

 singular aspect it presents ! Not a leaf is there on 

 the whole cluster of trees, where are cradled the 



