10 A DAY'S FLY-FISHING. 



is a pleasant village, in which a white, flaunting 

 " great-house" is sufficiently conspicuous to assure 

 them of its modern date. This they naturally 

 contrast with the architecture of a more mediaeval 

 age, of which the remains of an interesting speci- 

 men are visible at their right. Opposite them is 

 ,an opening in the hills, half shrouded by elms 

 and by another pleasant village embosomed in 

 orchards, at the mouth of a little green and 

 wooded comb which hides itself snugly in the 

 windings of the hills behind, where a limpid 

 streamlet trickles. Downwards, the valley greatly 

 widens, for scarcely a league below them is the 

 pebbly strand on which the rolling waves are 

 tossed by the southern breeze which plays so 

 balmily. 



" God made the country and man made the 

 town ! " they are in the act of exclaiming, when 

 their admiration is abruptly interrupted by the 

 rapid " yap, yap ! " of " Tip," who, with her 

 companion, has for some time been industriously 

 " trying " the wooded rivulet. Our anglers hasten 

 to the spot whence the sounds proceed, and a 

 hunt ensues, which terminates in the death of 

 a moorhen, admirably " found " by the canine 

 favourites, and perhaps half frightened into their 

 jaws by the almost frantic shoutings of the bipeds. 



