OR WALTONIAN CHRONICLE. 147 



GULLIVER AND MUNCHAUSEN 

 OVER-DONE. 



I recollect once hearing a story of an Angler who said he once 

 caught a Trout 8 or 91bs, weight, and so completely killed it that, 

 in his attempts to land the fish, he disengaged it from the hook ; 

 his own landing net being too small, he went a considerable 

 distance to procure another, which occupied him nearly an hour ; 

 having borrowed one, he managed to scrape the fish out between 

 the two nets. 



Another Angler, who was also a Gunner, replied that he was 

 once out with his pointer, giving him an airing, when he unxpec- 

 tedly came upon some birds, which his dog of course stood to ; 

 the sportsman, the better to observe the dog's position on his 

 return, hung his hat on his tail ; so steady and staunch was the 

 pointer that he remained firm, while his master went for his gun, 

 a distance of three miles, returned, took up his hat, flushed his 

 birds, and killed them all at one shot. 



" Oh !" exclaimed the Trout fisher, " that's all my eye, I can't 

 believe that." " Why not," returned the other, "that is unfair, 

 I did not dispute your tale about the fish." 



This little stream runs from the neighbourhood of 

 Bromley, in Kent, through Southend, Lewisham, and 

 Deptford, to the Thames, and by nature well calcu- 

 lated to breed and preserve quantities of fish; but 

 being so near a great population, it is much thinned 

 by poaching, and other means. At the upper part 

 of the stream, near Southend, on Mr. Cater's pro- 

 perty, there are fine Trout ; in fact, Trout are, more 

 or less, to be met with all the way to Lewisham and 

 Deptford. Near Southend there are two mills, for- 

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