260 THE TROUT 



a third dish of trout ; I do remark upon it, and here 

 you are again, all the same this evening ! You have 

 sworn then to turn me into a trout, and that is the 

 respect you pay to my observations. 5 



Nowadays, neither a M. Bitterlin nor anybody 

 else need complain of being overdone with trout in 

 Switzerland. There may still occasionally be fair 

 draughts of fishes, but what are they among so 

 many ? And we venture to assert that, even in days 

 gone by, very few tourists have been . fortunate 

 enough to taste the trout of Lake Leman. We have 

 spent weeks, or rather many months, on the Lake, 

 and have only seen them once or twice at a table 

 d'hote. Yet the Salmo Lemanus is no whit inferior 

 to the freshest of salmon trout sheathed in the sea- 

 lice, and well deserves to be memorialised, as we 

 may presume he has been, by that admirable dress- 

 ing, a la G'enevoise. And before taking leave of the 

 Continent we must pay a grateful -tribute to the 

 attractions of the trout of the Wolfbrunnen at 

 Heidelberg the sylvan fountain which is said to 

 take its name from the sorceress who fell a victim to 

 the were-wolf. One remembers the student suppers 

 made uproarious with jest and song, where the fishes 

 from the five ponds, after the walk through the woods 

 from the Schloss, were the motive of the boisterously 



