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the remaining days of the term, and we dread the 

 season which will find us less keen. 



The water was in fine order the following morning, 

 so we made an early start, and after a sharp walk 

 arrived at the first pool and were soon ready to commence 

 hostilities, wading across to an island, the fishing from 

 whose banks had previously been held to pertain to that 

 bank of the main stream which each faced. 



But a change had come o'er the scene, for above the 

 heads of the gorse bushes strange timbers stood erect, 

 bearing on their faces in curt phrase the apparently 

 unnecessary information that what gave them support 

 was NOT ICE. 



Tempted by curiosity to closer inspection of these, 

 we found that what we had taken to be a kindly warning 

 was in reality but the heading of a strange legend, 

 Avhich in precise terms threatened with severe penalties 

 those who might disregard its ruling. 



We were fully determined to exercise the rights we 

 had purchased, so ignored this interference and walked 

 halfway up the island, where the catch commenced, 

 and started casting. 



In a short space of time we had a fresh fish of 12 lb. 

 on the bank, which was soon after joined by another 

 of 16 lb. that gave a considerable amount of sport, 

 so we were fairly in it, and then conveyed them to the 

 mainland beyond the jurisdiction of any unfriendly 

 native. 



There still remained unfished about thirty yards of 



