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comes up and makes no mistake in aim, but it 

 proves a fatal mistake nevertheless. The Cinna- 

 mon Sedge has shown itself worthy of a trial. 



The light has gone, and no longer can we see 

 our flies on the water. We reel up and set out 

 for home, supremely contented with our basket 

 of five excellent trout, the product of less than 

 an hour's fishing. Moreover, we have clearly seen 

 them rising to accept our fly, and been able to 

 enjoy to the full their fighting power ; we have 

 taken no mean advantage of them by fishing for 

 them under cover of night or with coarse tackle. 

 Certainly the take compares very badly with what 

 is sometimes obtainable even in the same time, 

 but it is infinitely better than we have had. 



