DAYS 159 



For then the night will more than pay 

 The hopeless longing of the day." 



"Old Peter" was a fisherman, and 

 few men had had a wider experience in 

 the art than he, for he did not confine 

 himself to the salmon, trout, or sewin 

 of the mountain stream, but in the off- 

 season there was always some sport to be 

 had in the salt waters of the estuary, 

 or the sea beyond. Still, the old angler 

 loved beyond all the rapid rivers and hea- 

 thery moors, and every year, for more 

 seasons than are given to most men, he 

 fished for trout, traversing the course 

 of the stream from its lowest reaches to 

 the bleak, black tarn that lay motionless 

 and sunless in the shadows of the great 

 hills. 



The flies he made for the rivers of the 

 district were so well known that there 

 were few anglers who visited the place 

 without consulting the old man on his 

 "favourite patterns." Yarrow was of 



