A DERBYSHIRE TROUT-STREAM. 187 



tints. Our traveller must take one last look round at 

 the bewitching scene ere he begins his descent to the 

 distant valley. The stream widens out once more as he 

 reaches the lower ground ; and the angler in the quiet 

 pools is trying a last throw for the wary grayling ere 

 folding up his tackle for the night, and betaking himself 

 to his snug quarters in the distant village. Tired out 

 but by no means weary, our traveller reaches his inn 

 ready to do ample justice to the homely fare. The 

 shades of night are falling, and the distant hills are 

 already hidden in a thick white mist, as he crosses the 

 sanded floor of the little hostelry, and seats himself by 

 the glowing peat fire, which is quite cheery-looking this 

 chilly autumn evening. Then as the smoke curls up- 

 wards in a blue thin wreath from his after-dinner pipe, 

 he may sit and muse over his adventures up the hills, or 

 examine perchance his well-filled sketch-book or ample 

 collecting case, full of interesting souvenirs of his 

 mountain ramble. Health or pleasure need not be 

 sought so far afield, when so much of both can be 

 obtained, without any of the vexations and troubles 

 inseparable from continental travel, on the rocky banks 

 of a Derbyshire trout-stream. 



