1 1 2 WHEN THE SEWIN COME 



her bring the sewin up from the sea. 

 Now, whether the game and silvery 

 sewin of Wales, the hirling of Scotland, 

 the peal of England, and white trout of 

 Ireland are one and the same, or whether 

 the first is a distinct species, I do not 

 propose to discuss. It is enough for me 

 to know that for nearly thirty summers 

 I have looked forward to their coming, 

 and come they always have with this first 

 autumnal flood. Every year have I gone 

 to the waterside to welcome their return 

 to the same stream, and here they are 

 to-day, just as long ago, fighting their 

 way up the surging torrent, leaping the 

 little cascades, streaking the shallow 

 places with their dorsal fins, pushing 

 ahead in one frenzied desire to go 

 whither ? 



In the deep waters they do not show 

 themselves, but they are there, each 

 impelled by that wonderful instinct, 

 forging ahead with one object, one de- 



