5O Rambles with a Fisking-Rod. 



an eager angler. The sport seemed now to be 

 about to become really first - rate ; but this 

 momentary gleam was all that came that morn- 

 ing, though when luncheon - time arrived four- 

 teen trout were laid on the grass. 



The " drifts " were still good along the moor- 

 land shore, underneath whose overhanging 

 banks, when the lake is at its normal level, the 

 large trout love to lie and dart out at a fly 

 dropping unwarily from the fragrant bog-myrtle. 

 But "jackeen" and suchlike small fish were 

 alone basketed, and things did not look well for 

 the afternoon. After sunset, however, when the 

 gloaming was fast verging into darkness, a final 

 try was made round some isolated rocks near 

 the outflow of the lake. At length there was 

 a pleasantly loud splash, and a good fish was 

 evidently fast on the little single-handed rod. 

 Some vigorous leaps showed that a sea-trout 

 was at the end of the line, and the strong runs 

 and deep bendings of the light little rod were 

 pleasing to see. At last the fish was tired out, 

 and was safely in the folds of the landing-net, 

 proving to be a well-fed sea-trout, which scaled, 

 when brought home, just two pounds and a 

 half. Night was now setting in, and a row of 



