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asked her to cast a fly on it ; I wanted to see how 

 she was progressing. The fly was an olive, fished 

 dry. Her first two casts were good, and the fly 

 floated down nicely, with its wings cocked. I 

 said, ' Well done,' and at the next cast, after the 

 fly had floated about two feet, up came a trout, 

 which she hooked. Seeing that the fish was 

 going for the roots of a tree, I took the rod and 

 held the trout till I had reeled in the line taut. 

 I then handed back the rod to my daughter, and, 

 after the trout had jumped out of the water twice, 

 I got the landing net under him, and his tale was 

 told." 



A London fishing-tackle manufacturer told 

 me the other day of what happened with a fly- 

 rod bought from his establishment by a father for 

 his little daughter. She had seen men fly-fishing 

 on her father's stream, and she herself became 

 keen on learning to throw the fly. The kind 

 father therefore bought her a new fly-rod, to be 

 all her very own, also the necessary reel, line, 

 cast, flies, basket, and landing net. Next morning 

 he had to go away, but he put the rod and line 

 together, and completely equipped the little angler 

 for her first attempt at fly-fishing that morning. 

 When he returned home in the afternoon he 

 was greeted by his beaming daughter with : " Oh, 

 daddy ! I caught a trout with that rod you gave 

 me ! It gave me such sport, and it just sent me 

 hot and cold, all over, until it was landed ! It 

 was simply splendid, daddy, and do come and 

 look at the trout ! " One can imagine the whole- 



