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CHAPTER XVII. 



THE END OF THE SEASON. 



" Come along, old chap, there are only five days more 

 this year, so let's make the most of them/' Such 

 were our words to a brother fisher a few days before 

 the close of the salmon-season. 



Now the last few days of the angling season are to 

 the fisher very much the same as the Manchester 

 November Handicap is to the racing man, although the 

 latter has a distinct advantage, in that he, after the 

 fashion of the busy bee, lays up, or at least is credited 

 with laying up, his winter's keep (so at least say the 

 Journals that weave the word Sport into their titles) ; 

 whereas the poor angler can only hope to store up in 

 his memory a few reminiscences to be recalled at the 

 fireside during the winter evenings. 



To continue : No, it could not be managed, business 

 and a hundred other obstacles came in the way — it is 

 really marvellous the amount of application a man 

 may have for business when there is a job on hand he 

 is not over keen about. However, in this instance, 

 after a deal of persuasion, play, wonderful to relate. 



