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on foot, and we only caught him up half-way 

 to our destination Gam Bridge. In one 

 respect it was fortunate he had elected to 

 walk, for some of his spirits had calmed 

 down to their normal condition and gave my 

 pessimism a chance. On the bridge " The 

 Cherub " put his rod together, arranged a 

 cast of flies, and looked longingly at the 

 river, doubtless, in his mind's eye, picturing 

 to himself the capture of monster fictitious 

 trout. 



As I wanted to see a man who resided 

 about a quarter of a mile from the river, 

 it was arranged that my friend should 

 fish down, and I should follow him after 

 transacting my business. On my return I 

 was in little or no time ready for action, 

 and had mounted a March brown and a 

 Blue Infallible of my own pattern (I never 

 fish with more than two flies, especially in 

 a river whose banks are covered with such 



