A DAY S FLY-FISHING. 5 



can penetrate to the dimmest distance, and trace 

 among their windings the glistening brook which 

 each contributes to the larger ^ stream ; while 

 downwards, at the valley's mouth, washing the 

 craggy cliffs with which the boundary hills ter- 

 minate, is seen the broad bosom of "the deep 

 and dark blue ocean," into which the waters of 

 the valley-stream are poured. * 



It is a fine, fresh, April morning. The valley 

 was full of mist when the sun peeped over the 

 eastern hill ; but it soon gradually dispersed, like 

 the rolling aside of a vast filmy curtain, and 

 allowed the early beams to twinkle in the myriad 

 dewdrops on blade and spray, while a chorus of 

 nature's music sent up a joyful welcome from a 

 thousand feathered throats ; and even the surface 

 of the glittering stream, in quiet nooks under 

 sheltered banks and overhanging bushes, was 

 occasionally broken by the rising of some hungry 

 trout at the grannams and hare's flaxes which 

 were thus early called into existence. But as 

 the morning advanced, a southerly breeze sprang 

 up, and sundry clouds appeared in the horizon, 

 gradually overcasting the entire sky, and beto- 

 kening a favourable day for the sport. * * * 



The hour is now nine, and three anglers may 

 be imagined wending their way along a pleasant 

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