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together and mounted the usual flies. In 

 the first stickle by the miller's garden a nice 

 little plump fish about six oz. was grassed, 

 and a few yards lower down the run by 

 the willow, a good fish rolled up but was 

 not touched, nor could he be tempted to 

 come again. Then, for what seemed ages, 

 not a fish could I rise to my flies, though 

 I could see fish galore and good ones too 

 rising in every pool I passed ; and even 

 when I made a cast they would rise all 

 round the flies, but deuce a fish would look 

 at them. Now, thought I, what in the 

 name of all the furies does this mean ? 



Keeping well out of sight and watching 

 carefully, I saw that what the fish were rising 

 so steadily at was a small grey fly like a 

 light dun. The nearest approach to anything 

 pf the sort in my fly-book were some Derby- 

 shire " Dove" flies, and a cast of these was 

 soon carefully and tenderly presented to my 



