20 DAYS STOLEN FOR SPORT 



sparkle so much like diamonds that someone, when 

 she appeared, gathered one upon a finger-tip while 

 wishing, maybe, she could wear a necklet of them. 



In spite of the kindly warnings of our hostess 

 we started without first giving time for grass and 

 bracken to be free of their beautifying, but wet, 

 encumbrances. We tried hard not to go, but off 

 we went, resolved to proceed so cautiously as not 

 to disturb a hanging bead. This proved an easy 

 task for the first half-hour, during which we fished 

 a broadening eddy from off a bridge near home. 

 The little bit of cork, double the size of a green 

 pea, weighted by a single shot, was no sooner in 

 position and prepared to float away than down it 

 bobbed and a joyous voice responded with : "I've 

 got him, Phil." Another little worm on the little 

 hook and the tiny float bobbed again. Repetitions 

 of these manoeuvres soon so thinned the little pool, 

 or frightened the uncaptured ones away, that we 

 had to break fresh ground. We did this so care- 

 fully at first that only our feet got wet. Our 

 success in shallow eddies, where the smoky water 

 occasionally revealed the golden gravel, was very 

 great, and the tall bracken which we scrambled 

 through, to get near them, hid us well from sight, 

 but it made us very wet so wet that we took each 

 other home, slipped upstairs, and had a thorough 

 change of clothes before we showed our captures 

 or ourselves. 



The scenes we rambled through on our third 

 day might have been in the wilderness adjacent 

 to, or a part of, the garden of our first parents, and 

 are well worthy of a visit from the busiest of their 

 offspring. A well-marked path, used as a short 



