A R E L O W 83 



vidential hint; but no matter how skil- 

 fully I dabbled my Coch y bondu over 

 him, he would not budge. A March 

 Brown, Blue Dun, Alder, and Sky Blue 

 were all put through a thorough test, 

 but they failed to tempt him. 



The floury face was still above the 

 wall, and I thought that it smiled as I 

 looked up. 



Not to be beaten so easily, I put on a 

 Stone-fly. The gentle breeze carried it 

 along until it alighted about a foot above 

 the fish. As it floated down the surface 

 he flicked his tail and shot some distance 

 down-stream, but turned again as if to 

 have a good look at the approaching fly. 

 Slowly he swam towards it ; my hand 

 tightened involuntarily, and with bated 

 breath I waited. Straight for the fly he 

 swam; but no, without ever attempting 

 to touch it, he metaphorically shrugged 

 his shoulders and went leisurely back 

 to his former position. 



