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creeled, and a brace of grayling put back. I then 

 went into the park, and below the little waterfall at 

 the end of the garden several trout rose to my olive 

 duns on 00 hooks, but only two were takeable, lib. 

 each. In the evening, fishing again above the 

 bridge for two hours until it was too dark to see to 

 repair a broken gut cast, much less to thread on a 

 small-eyed hook, three more trout, about lib. each, 

 came to net, tempted by red quills on hooks. 



Next evening, after six o'clock, in the same place 

 during the last forty minutes of daylight, a leash 

 was landed weighing 2|lb. Four horses at grass 

 entered the river immediately beyond my fishing 

 right and splashed about, making it turbid, also 

 putting the fish down, and a boy on horseback 

 remained for half an hour in the ford. It was 

 therefore nearly dark before I made a beginning and 

 then I owed the sport to having taken warning last 

 evening when it was too late to see to tie on a fly, 

 to have several all ready attached to gut and stuck in 

 my cap. It was dull all the time, and no after-glow 

 at sunset. 



Three days previously an offer of fishing in the 

 Cripstead water below Winchester resulted in my 

 killing three trout, weighing 41b. 5oz. 



On September 7th I took my first day at Abbots 

 Barton, where by favour of the lessee I have had 

 the great privilege of exercising my skill for a 



