1 6 Rambles with a Fishing-Rod. 



and the fisherman's son, and took a minnow all 

 round the lake, but without any success. But 

 some fishing .when the sun went behind the 

 mountains, about the mouth of the stream, 

 added four more grayling to my day's basket. 

 The artist or the tourist would have sighed 

 for such a brilliant day, but the fisherman 

 would have done better with a sky of less 

 Italian clearness and splendour. 



Next morning, I determined to have a real 

 good day, fishing up the stream to Graun. By 

 the way, I ought to say that there are two inns 

 at the village of Eeschen, and two boats at the 

 lake, so a change of quarters from St Valentin 

 is easy. I intended to dine there, and go over 

 the same water when the sun went down. At 

 eight o'clock operations were begun with a 

 small whirling dun. There was a pleasant 

 north wind blowing, which tempered the sun's 

 rays and ruffled the water on the pools, and 

 some clouds at the end of the valley seemed to 

 portend a good day's sport. It would be tedi- 

 ous to a reader to relate each little circumstance 

 of the morning. Soon the clouds gathered and 

 the rain fell in heavy showers. The grayling 

 were hungry ; by half-past eleven my bag con- 



