Ramble in the Salzkammergut and Tyrol. 1 3 



into consideration, it is no wonder that the 

 innocent foreigner, who imagines he is eating a 

 cheap dish, finds, when he gets the bill, that he 

 has been indulging in a luxury. This same 

 amount per pound the angler might perhaps be 

 required to pay for all the fish he takes ; but, 

 as a matter of fact, a gulden when he leaves is 

 all the fisherman expects. Indeed he would not 

 take any money at all from me, but begged to 

 have two or three of my flies, with which he 

 was quite captivated. He made his own flies, 

 and rough specimens they were, not very vari- 

 ous though that matters little ; but they were 

 very rude, chiefly things which had a distant 

 resemblance to large red palmers the body a 

 piece of red wool, and the hackle long and strag- 

 gling, of a light-brown colour. Having soon got 

 on friendly terms with this man, I was able to 

 borrow his curious old boat, but it leaked like a 

 sieve, and from its peculiar build persisted in 

 turning round and round; so it soon became 

 apparent that it was hopeless to look after both 

 the trolling-line and the boat. A better amuse- 

 ment seemed to be to accompany the fisherman 

 in a netting expedition up the stream. He 

 used a triangular net on a long pole, which he 



