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see him on tliis side belo-w the bear, tumbling down the white 

 cliffs of Albion, from which he has just been brought by one 

 stroke of those white gelid paws — with hoofs in air, and 

 upward mouth wide-stretched with bellowings ? (Piscator is 

 an Englishman !) Eyeless Angle-worm ! can you not see ?" 



Piscator — placidly — "No, no! I have no eyes for your 

 mad visions !" 



Ego — with furious emphasis — " Mad, are they ? 



•' CaU at will 



.Thine own ghost or the ghost of Jupiter, 

 Hades, or Typhon, or what mightier gods — hey !' " 



A tremendous lurch ! Boat nearly turned over ! My rod 

 almost bent double ! as the boat is wheeled violently frofn its 

 course, and we all thrown as violently upon our sides, for in 

 the wake a huge trout leaped from the water, and when he 

 falls back the boat rights, and we all look foolish. 



George, vehemently — " There, you've lost him !" 



Piscator, indignantly — " There ! if you had held your rod 

 in your hand, instead of ranting nonsense on your back 

 you wouldn't have lost that twelve-pounder !" 



Ego — faintly — "But he didn't bite at a fly, or at the hook 

 of a fly fisher !" 



Moral — never troll lake trout after the first of June. 



