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a great part. In normal times one rod will 

 probably have very much the same sport as 

 the other, but when fish are few or coy, it is 

 all a matter of fortune. So it was one day soon 

 after our arrival. We began at 8 A.M. on the 

 ebb-tide. C., usually a most successful angler, 

 tried an "Eagle" in the still water from the 

 Lower Bank. It was an old fly, and the gut 

 loop must have been rotten, for as a fish took 

 it, it broke. Fortune does not readily forgive 

 such a waste of opportunity, and not another 

 rise did poor C. get the whole day. For me, it 

 was a day of days. On the morning ebb I 

 killed three fish in Lervik, 13, 12, and 22 Ib. ; 

 on the afternoon flood, wading from the Lower 

 Bank, three, of 15, 13, and 12 Ib., and when I 

 went out again to fish Lervik on the evening 

 ebb, by all the rules the best chance of the 

 twenty-four hours, it looked as though I 

 might break all records. But it was not to 

 be. Lervik was drawn blank, and I was be- 

 ginning to despair when I got a 16-pounder in 

 a backwater at the head of the Lower Stream, 

 where we very seldom cast a fly. So I had 

 seven fish, weighing 103 Ib., and the strangest 

 and luckiest part of it was, that I did not, to 



