A PSETTT KETTLE OF FISH. 233 



by a windmill-like action of the arms, while standing 

 on the brow of an adjacent hill. 



He was evidently in a state of unusual excitement, 

 but at the distance was quite inaudible ; yet there could 

 be no doubt that some action of our's was the cause of 

 his perturbation ; and such was the case, for during a 

 lull in the wind we managed to catch something about 

 having us " up at " (the nearest town) . 



The hilly nature of the country was not adapted to 

 any rapid movement of this person's figure, which 

 appeared to be of the bulky order, and as, to the best 

 of our belief, the right of angling also gives the right of 

 access, we pursued ourway without wasting time to argue. 



At length we gained the pool, but could make nothing 

 of it, as it was quite impossible to command the catches, 

 so we trudged on, and were just thinking what a fine 

 resting-place for a fresh fish would be that bit of stream 

 on the top of yon head, when up rose a big, fresh-run 

 fish, falling back with a splash which sent the eddies 

 to either bank. 



With time and difficulty we managed to wade out 

 upon the ledges of rock until a fair cast could be ob- 

 tained, then got'out the necessary length of line with- 

 out disturbance of the water, and shot the fly out a 

 few yards above and beyond him. 



No laggard was this one, as he came first time with 

 haste, making a break on the surface — but, alas ! only 

 to get hard pricked and scared for the day. Bad luck 

 indeed ! 



