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time, and visual memory had done its kindly 

 work. 



The Blue Nile has many moods, and one day 

 it was in peaceful humour, having a silvery look ; 

 its main characteristic then was that of a gliding 

 river and it awakened a clear vision of the Itchen 

 in the meadow-lands at Winchester, and of the 

 Avon at Amesbury. A group of palm trees 

 somehow made one see again the Twelve Apostles, 

 a row of poplars alongside the main road between 

 Buildwas and Iron-Bridge in the Severn valley. 

 Again, to quote an instance of the past happily 

 persisting, the sight of a sakieh at work on 

 the Nile at Khartoum somehow caused a mill- 

 wheel at Bibury to occur to memory, though the 

 likeness was not strong, the sakieh dating back, 

 in type at any rate, to the days of Joseph, while 

 the mill-wheel at Bibury is comparatively modern. 

 The point, however, is the same : that on a fishing 

 excursion Nature takes photographs for the fisher- 

 man through the medium of his eyes both 

 physical and mental the negative is mysteriously 

 stored away, and long afterwards the fully- 

 developed photograph is presented in a flash, and 

 the presentation inspires a sportsman's grace for 

 good things received from meadow and from 

 stream from rod and line and landing net. 



POSTSCRIPT 



In January of this year (1920), I was on top 

 of a bus going over London Bridge. I heard a 



