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an artificial midge has never yet been 

 made with any resemblance to the real 

 thing. 



However, I soon followed the exam- 

 ple of my earthy-coloured friend, and 

 had an hour's good sport before the fish 

 ceased feeding. It was significant that 

 the other fish who were holding high 

 carnival on the surface of the deeper 

 water discontinued their extraordinary 

 capers almost at the same time, and the 

 memory of that final scene is as clear to- 

 day as if it happened but last night, al- 

 though so many summers ago. 



Day was just appearing in a blue-gray 

 light, and it served to illuminate a little 

 white cloud that hung like a fleece 

 against the dark shade of the highest 

 precipice. The cloud, almost imper- 

 ceptibly sinking, increased in size as it 

 neared the black water, and its lower 

 parts ran out into a long line of white 

 mist. Like a horizon of light lying over 



