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comforting answer ; " there wass a tre- 

 mendous cloud of them on the watter, 

 quite early, too." 



At that point the moss-green bowler 

 was lifted off, and the coarse cast which 

 encircled it carefully scrutinised by those 

 cunning eyes. The flies were the same 

 both in pattern and size as those which 

 I had selected, and I felt gratified, if not 

 a little proud, that I had made the same 

 choice as Amos, my old master in the 

 art, had done. 



The stream by mid-day was in a con- 

 dition that promised the best of sport. 

 The pools were a warm coppery tint, 

 and the water became flecked with 

 bright gold as it splashed over the rocks, 

 or shot from one level to another. The 

 bubbles collected into the eddies, and 

 there, swirling round in ever-narrowing 

 circles, built themselves up into fantas- 

 tic piles of snowy foam. There was a 

 slight breeze blowing up-stream, almost 



