62 SPRING RAMBLES 



that trout within my grip, as it were, and thrice has 

 he eluded me. Surely it will be my turn next. 



Tuesday morning, before leaving for London, I 

 walked down to the barbed wire (without my rod) 

 on the opposite side of the river. There I could 

 see him plainly, gay and frisky as ever. I think 

 I shall find him there when I come again, for, 

 happily, he has chosen a spot not easily accessible 

 to even an expert angler from this side. 



My success has been of a negative kind, for I 

 lost several big trout and caught only one brace, 

 and two brace of grayling two of them big 

 fellows, but certainly under 2 Ibs. each. They gave 

 me a little sport, and I gave them their freedom. 

 I am not disappointed, because I did not expect to 

 do much. On the contrary, I have found " books 

 in the running brook, and good in everything." 



