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Club, been much impressed with a violent tirade from 

 a member about the generally incorrect way in which 

 the ordinary black and white artist illustrates the 

 fisherman in action, and had listened attentively as a 

 group round the fire argued themselves into the con- 

 clusion that there was much more to be done with the 

 photographic snapshot in angling than had ever yet 

 been attempted. He looked about for a man of leisure 

 who was an enthusiast with the camera, and skilful 

 enough to get his living with it, should fate ever drive 

 him to earning his bread and cheese. Such an amateur 

 he at length discovered in Brown, and these were the 

 two who, by nine o'clock in the morning, were at the 

 head of the Rowan Pool ; their plans prearranged in 

 every detail ; both men in excellent form, head, body, 

 and spirit ; and Burdock, the keeper, resigned to the 

 innovation of photography which he sniffingly flouted 

 as a piece of downright tomfoolery. 



There was another character in the comedy of the. 

 day, a salmon fisher of some repute for skill, but dis- 

 liked for his selfishness, cynicism, and overbearing 

 assumption of mastership in the theory and practice 

 of fishing. As he was ever laying down the highest 

 standards of sport much was forgiven him. The men 

 who used phantom, prawn, and worm, however much 

 and often they were made to writhe under his sneers, 

 felt that in maintaining the artificial fly as the only 

 lure with which the noble salmon should be tempted, 

 he was on a lofty plane, and, if not unassailable, had 

 better be left there in his vain glory. They loved him 

 none the more, of course, and spun, prawned, and 

 wormed as before, honestly envying just a little""the 

 purist whose fly undoubtedly often justified his claims. 

 His beat was a mile higher up the river than the Rowan 

 Pool, and he is here introduced because on this morn- 



