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my artificial flies, when they were feeding on the natural 

 drake, and promised to let him know when I commenced. 

 The first fly I saw rise was on the dam, just below 

 Bakewell Bridge. It was instantly taken by a trout. I 

 at once informed Mr. Hobson that I was going to 

 commence fishing on the dam, to which he replied that he 

 would watch from the bridge, where he was accompanied 

 by many other anglers. While putting my rod together, 

 to my great delight I saw several drakes taken by the 

 trout. After well soaking my cast, and testing it, I put on 

 one of my artificial drakes, which looked very tempting 

 dressed as follows : a straw body, ribbed with red silk 

 well waxed ; tail, three strands of hen pheasant tail 

 feather; hackle, a pale buff with brown centre, rather 

 short in fibre; wings, upright, taken from the wood or 

 summer duck. I made a cast to the fish I first saw rise ; 

 my fly had scarcely touched the water, when it was taken. 

 Mr. Hobson shouted from the bridge : " That was a live 

 fly you used !" I told him to come and see for himself. 

 He replied : " If it is not so, I am convinced you will 

 kill fish, for it alighted like the natural fly." I killed nine 

 good fish in a very short time. One trout I noticed in 

 the middle of the dam, was taking every fly that came in 

 his way. I could not reach him without wading, which 

 was prohibited ; but the steward gave me permission to 

 wade in order to thoroughly test my flies. I went into 

 the dam, venturing as far as I dared, and found I could 

 just reach the fish by making a long cast. He instantly 

 came and took my fly. I mounted my rod to keep him 

 from the bed of weeds, and led him down stream ; but 



