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by his man John, who carried the hamper of 

 good things down to the hut, tied his flies on and 

 landed his trout. The professor, still flourishing, 

 with whom I hope to have still some more days in 

 the Elysian Fields. The major, the farmer, and 

 his buxom wife, who looked after us so well. 

 There was Joe, my sprightly boy, and dear old 

 Dames, who carried my basket, landed my fish, and 

 who cried " Look out, sir, yon's a rise just ath'irt 

 the stream ! " " That's right over him as ever 

 wuz." " Got him ! " At eighty-four he gave up 

 the ghost and was laid in the old churchyard long 

 ago. Red Spinner and Sarcelle names famous in 

 the angling world sometimes paid us a visit. 

 Many years have swept past since I last fished in 

 that district of the Itchen. 



When Izaak Walton went to Salisbury, is it 

 conceivable that he could have gone there un- 

 accompanied by his angling impedimenta ? I trow 

 not. He must have fished the Avon, past Upavon, 

 and Amesbury and below, and so have I, in 

 the companionship of one whom I have always 

 regarded as the very prototype of Izaak Walton 

 himself. Kind-hearted, wholly forgetful of self, 

 shall I ever forget his sitting up with me nearly all 

 one night at Amesbury when I was suffering from 



