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gone lower down ; but presently a man came along that 

 road and no car liad been seen, so we, having waited an 

 Lour in the rain, eventually shoulder our loads and go in 

 search of Larry, "VVe left him eight miles from this spot, and 

 I will leave to my reader's imagination the horrors of that 

 eight mile walk back. I begged a drink of milk at a cabin, 

 half way on the road, and gave the owner of the hovel my 

 salmon for the refreshing draught. I never was so dis- 

 gusted with a fish in my life as I was with that wretched 

 twelve pounder; he got heavier and awkwarder every mile 

 I carried the wretched thing ; and I never gave away a fish 

 with greater pleasure ! My friend sweltered along under 

 his load, and resolutely refused to part with it ; but he did 

 suggest that now I had got rid of my fish we might carry 

 his seventeen pounder between us, turn and turn about ! 

 My reply was not, perhaps, very courteous, but it was very 

 emphatic, and left no room for misunderstanding as to my 

 intentions on the subject. It still rained steadily, and it 

 had now become very dark ; the road was dreadfully rough, 

 and was overgrown with trees, but we blundered along, 

 keeping up a duet of abuse of that vagabond Larry. 

 Another roadside cabin afforded us a temporary rest and 

 shelter from the rain, and this time we get from our 

 hospitable host a share of his supper of potatoes and butter^ 

 milk, seasoned with a sensation of the wine of the country. 

 Here we left the seventeen pounder in exchange for the 

 kindness and hospitality — and the good housewife was 

 much distressed at the idea of our making any payment, 

 even in kind. Between ten and eleven we reached the cabin 

 where we left Larry and our car, and from the cow-shed, 

 where the horse is stabled, comes the twinkle of a candle 

 and the invigorating strains of a tin whistle giving the air 

 of " Paddy Flynn's Wedding," with a high pressure gusto 

 that stirred m}^ companion to fury. Yes, there was Larry, 

 on a heap of straw, with a lighted candle from the car lamp, 

 having a musical evening all to himself, and apparently 

 enjoying it thoroughly ! " Why didn't you come down to 

 the bridge eight miles 'beyant,' as I'd told ye, ye vaga- 

 bond?" roared my host, as he seized the gossoon and shook 



