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turn round sharply and express surprise at my being 

 so curious. Rock calces and a tall tin of cream was 

 all I had time to see, and so I told her. I had to shut 

 the hd without further search so that there might 

 remain a chance of some surprise at lunch-time. 



Downward we travelled until quite near the sea, 

 and there unloaded. Then we thought we should 

 like to peep through the branches of some boughs that 

 overhung a pool to see if fish were really there. We 

 went on tiptoe, quite stealthily, and we saw a dozen 

 or more, some of which were far too small to catch 

 and keep, but there were at least six that would make 

 really good prizes. The stream was very low, so we 

 retreated as cautiously as we could and then got ready 

 for the fray. 



When the stream be low and bright, 

 Be zure you. put on the Blue Upright. 



\\Tien rain has vallen and water's high, 

 The March Bro^\•n then be zure to try. 



Don't be killing httle uns when nobody's by 

 Or big uns 'U be scarce before you die. 



Pavey. 



The little rod, the finest line, and a bro\sTi hair 

 cast, was finished off with a Blue Upright, and I 

 walked round and down so as to fish upstream. I was 

 soot rewarded by a rise, a tussle, and a trout, which, 

 after being weighed in the hand, was declared not 

 big enough according to Pavey' s teaching; so back 

 it had to go, but, before it went, I had to show it to 

 a little lady in a holland frock who expressed a hope 

 thai the next one would be a little bigger; and so 

 it happened; indeed, it was a little monster of quite 

 seven ounces. Together we emptied the creel of all 

 its sundries and gathered grass to make a bed in it 

 for our prize. Then the lid was closed upon it and 

 I was off to tr\' for its companion. In quick succession 



