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rank overgrowth as the Camel). The first 

 stickle yielded nothing, nor did the dark 

 run and pool under the overhanging oak 

 by the miniature cliff. It is generally like 

 that, so I was not disappointed. The next 

 fishable place, by the bank of rushes and 

 opposite a farm-house, looked as if it should 

 hold a decent fish. For a wonder it did 

 to-day, and I rose and hooked and 

 "wrastled" with a water monster. After 

 herculean efforts and many falls, I grassed 

 him 3 inches tenderly and with a sigh 

 I unhooked him, and back into the water 

 he went to grow bigger. In the next two 

 runs I caught three or four salmon par. 

 Who says there are no salmon in the 

 Camel ? These also were carefully un- 

 hooked and returned rejoicing to their native 

 element. The river now runs at the foot 

 of a steep gorse-clad hill, and, miracle 

 of miracles ! the banks are fairly clear ; 



