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camped on the Manass, I threw in a spoon bait, and 

 at my very first cast I hooked a large mahseer, but the 

 line was very rotten, so broke, and the fish got away. 

 I then fixed on the only other spoon I had, and threw it 

 in, trolling against the stream ; it was seized at once, 

 and I succeeded in landing a fish seven pounds in 

 weight. It was then all but dark, so we went home, 

 had a moiety of it boiled and the other made into 

 currie, and very good it was cooked either way. The 

 next day I caught a fish, eight pounds ; then I 

 lost nearly the whole of my tackle in another, so 

 having no more at hand I gave fishing up for the time, 

 and wrote to a tackle maker 1 for good rods, &c. &c., 

 and glorious sport I had upon their receipt, as is 

 related further on. Of course I only give the result 

 of one or two trips, fishing like shooting sambur in 

 Burma, gets monotonous, for one day is very like 

 another. 



Some years back, General B., 0. of the 44th Ghoork- 

 has, and I started on a fishing trip. We were not 

 hurried for time, so visited Nurting and Jowai. The 

 march from this stage to Jarain is beautiful, high 

 tableland, well wooded, and with three rivers passing 

 through it ; only one of these rivers was regularly 

 bridged, the others were spanned by means of huge 

 stone slabs. The country reminded me very much 

 of the Neilgherries. One plateau was particularly 

 lovely tableland at an elevation of 5,700 feet, 

 a river skirted it to the north, and another to the 

 south, and both full of moderate-sized mahseer and a 

 spotted fish like a trout. In the cold season the 

 "sholas" are full of woodcock; even when we were 



1 Farlow, in the Strand. 



