12 Rambles with a Fishing-Rod, 



I was the possessor of three handsome grayling. 

 Then the sun came out, and the wind went 

 down, and the clouds cleared away, and there 

 was an end of the fishing. But there was still 

 the magnificent Ortler Spitz to gaze at. In 

 the foreground was the sparkling lake, then 

 came darkly wooded hills, and last of all the 

 white mass of the Ortler towering above Monte 

 Oistallo and the peaks of the snowy range. 

 It is one of the finest views I know, and is best 

 seen from the doorstep of the Weissen Kreuz ; 

 it is quite equal in all respects, except that of 

 gracefulness, to the Jungfrau or Gross Glock- 

 ner, and should be some consolation to the un- 

 successful fisherman who cares at all for beauti- 

 ful scenery. 



After dinner a visit was paid to the Fischmeis- 

 ter, or fisherman, who rents the lake and river as 

 far as the Mitter See, Carl Stocker by name, 

 a thoroughly obliging man, who was ready to 

 give all the information he could. He and the 

 others who rent the other lakes send their fish 

 to Botzen, Meran, or Innsbruck, and obtain for 

 grayling and trout twenty-five kreutzers (six- 

 pence) per pound ; so, when the expense of the 

 journey and the innkeepers' profits are taken 



