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for at my initial throw in front of him my hare's 

 ear fly was seized, the fish well hooked, played 

 without any quarter being given, and dragged to 

 the landing net. Afterwards, from the east bank 

 of the adjoining old canal, nearly at the extent of 

 Sir Charles Frederick's fishing rights, I threw my 

 fly over any likely place, and at the last almost 

 despairing attempt a trout rose to it, was hooked, 

 and came to grief, the brace scaling only Iflb. 



September 13th was a day of sadness for me, for 

 it was probably the last time I should ever again 

 fish in Shawford Park, the estate having been sold. 

 Not until two o'clock was I at the waterside. The 

 weather was dull, close, and the wind, of which 

 there was little, kept the vane standing at S.W. 

 In the first half -hour I hooked a good-sized trout, 

 but in his final struggle the hook slipped from his 

 lip just as the landing net was ready, and he swam 

 quietly away. About three, rain set in, and con- 

 tinued all the remainder of the day. Partly under 

 the shelter of trees close below the waterfall and 

 hidden from view of the quarry, I could make casts 

 on the glide above the fall, where a dozen or more 

 trout were taking diptera. They were all alert, and 

 I could easily choose the takable ones to cover, but 

 frequently a yearling intercepted my fly, and was 

 hooked. Every one hooked was immediately drawn 

 down over the waterfall and quietly landed without 



