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together, and bidding the old chap au revoir, 

 I pointed for our quarters, leaving word at 

 the mill that if my friend came back that 

 way, I had gone back to Roundwood, where 

 I duly arrived dog-tired, but happy. My 

 poor old pal, who had used up a whole 

 vocabulary of bad words over his rebel 

 molar, was astounded and delighted at my 

 prize, and always affirms that the sight of 

 the beauty effected an instantaneous cure. 

 My other comrade returned, having had very 

 fair sport, but even putting aside the big 

 chap, not equal to my luck. I think most of 

 the inhabitants of the place came to view 

 what they termed " the father of all fish." 

 This was one of my most memorable fishing 

 days. 



The day after the capture of the big trout 

 we made an off day, and went over, by 

 invitation, to a place called " Tiltour," 

 belonging to Mr Nuttal, to inspect some of 



