186 BY moos: and by cbook. 



Now Galway is Galway at the best of times, and the 

 worst of times is a Sunday in Galway, and it so hap- 

 pened that upon the occasion when we met fate in 

 Galway the peal were very late in putting in their 

 annual appearance, which much exercised the minds of 

 the natives interested in their arrival, as also our own, 

 for had they been up to date we had meditated sneaking 

 a day in pursuit of them as a change from honest 

 toil. 



Walking over the bridge in the afternoon there was 

 not a fish to be seen, so we dismissed the subject, 

 killed the day, and found ourselves later on in the 

 evening again on the bridge. Why does one always 

 wander in the direction of a river ? there surely must 

 be some attraction : however, as we were looking over 

 the bridge, there certainly appeared to be something in 

 the water which we had failed to notice earlier; yes, 

 sure enough, they were fish — ^just a few stragglers, the 

 advance guard of the main column. 



This sudden apparition determined us to have a day 

 with them on the morrow, and with that object sought 

 Mr. Brown, the obliging factotum of the fishery, from 

 whom we obtained the necessary ticket, a few flies, 

 and the pleasing assurance that under such auspicious 

 circumstances there were pretty sure to be a lot of fish 

 up by the morning ; then retraced our steps to the 

 hotel, and turned in early, not thinking it necessary to 

 publish the result of our observations. 



