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care never to come to his house again, a resolution, which by the 

 by, mightily pleased the old man. When they had nearly reached 

 the water, one of them said, ' Bob have you the order all right,' 

 ' O yes ! in my book, but let's see,' the book was searched over 

 and over again, but, of course, no order was found, at length he 

 suddenly recollected hia having laid it on the window ledge, this 

 added fresh fuel to their already irritated feelings, and grumbling, 

 they retraced their steps, but no order was to be found or heard of. 

 It was then resolved to make themselves known, as no doubt tho 

 Miller had received notice of their coming down, and accordingly 

 they made for the mill. It was ten o'clock ere they reached the des- 

 tined place, and entering the premises with much assurance, 

 disclosed their business to the man the Anglers had encountered 

 in the morning. 



The leader of the party, with great self-sufficiency declared 

 himself to be Mr. Simpson the man shrugged and grinned, then 

 scratched his head, muttered, ' Master did tell me about you 

 Sir, and here he comes,' the Miller seeing a party on his premi- 

 ses, hastened to meet them. ' Good morning Gentlemen, your 

 business/ ' Oh ! we are come to fish, my name is Simpson ' said 

 the foiemosl. ' Why Gentlemen, I certainly did expect Mr. Simp- 

 son, and have received a letter to that effect, and he has been 

 here since day-light, and this is his letter of introduction,' pro- 

 ducing the order, ' take care of the dog, and Jack show these 

 persons off my premises.' At the sight of their own order they 

 were dumb foundered, and before they could recover their sur- 

 prize, the Miller had disappeared. Jack hinted about the dog, 

 conducted them to the gate, exclaiming, good bye Mr. Simpson, 

 what took place among them may be conceived but not described, 

 I have heard, they quarreled all the way to town. 



In the afternoon Parr's old friends returned to his house with 

 good sport, told their adventure and spent a merry evening. 



The " Trout" at Yewsley, in Old Parr's time, was 

 a house of entertainment to the true Angler (See 



