A Spring Ramble in Normandy. 85 



whenever I have encountered him in this pur- 

 suit in the Tyrol, in the Black Forest, or in 

 France. 



The following day was chiefly passed in a 

 walk down the valley, through crofts and past 

 mills, so that a thorough investigation of the 

 river was made for fully ten kilometres down 

 stream, to below the village of St Germain des 

 Angles ; but from the amount of water carried . 

 through the meadows for the purpose of ferti- 

 lisation, and the many cuts, it was pretty clear 

 that the real fishing-ground of the Iton was 

 above the town of Evreux. 



Next morning we started off up the valley, 

 with a bright sun and a blue sky above, and a 

 feeling that the day would be more like one 

 in England in the leafy month of June, though 

 in Normandy the primroses and wild violets, 

 the wood-anemones, the more stately purple 

 orchids, graced the banks in profusion, and the 

 meadows were yellow and fragrant with cow- 

 slips. About a mile above the village of 

 Arnieres there was a large mill, with a good 

 piece of water below, so we determined to try 

 for permission here. But on demanding if 

 monsieur the miller was at home, we were re- 



