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CHAPTER IX. 



T)ISCATOR. A good-day to you, Sir; I see you will always 



1 be stirring before me. 



VIATOR. Why, to tell you the truth, I am so allured with the 

 sport I had yesterday, that I long to be at the river again ; 

 and when I heard the wind sing in my chamber window, could 

 forbear no longer, but leapt out of bed, and had just made an end 

 of dressing myself as you came in. 



PISCATOR. Well, I am both glad you are so ready for the day, 

 and that the day is so fit for you. And look you, I have made 

 you three or four flies this morning ; this silver-twist hackle, this 

 bear's dun, this light brown, and this dark brown, any of which I 

 daresay will do ; but you may try them all, and see which does 

 best : only I must ask your pardon that I cannot wait upon you 

 this morning, a little business being fallen out, that for two or 

 three hours will deprive me of your company ; but I'll come and 



call you home to dinner, and my man shall attend you. 



VIATOR. Oh, Sir, mind your affairs by all means. Do but 

 lend me a little of your skill to these fine flies, and, unless it have 

 forsaken me since yesterday, I shall find luck of my own, I hope, 

 to do something. 



PlSCATOR. The best instruction I can give you is, that seeing 

 the wind curls the water, and blows the right way, you would 



