THE ANGLER'S SOUVENIR. 



well out ; for the lower dropper a cockchafer, 

 and for the upper, a very fine grey moth 

 he loops it to his line. Being resolved not to 

 attempt throwing far at first, he only lets about 

 nine yards of line off, and waving his rod with a 

 graceful turn of the arm, he meditates a throw ; 

 and now, away the line goes ! No, not exactly 

 yet ; for the bee has been so well counterfeited that 

 it appears to have been attracted by the flower of 

 the thistle to whose stalk it is sticking so fast. The 

 bee is now disengaged from the "thistle, but the 

 moth shows a partiality for broadcloth, and 

 adheres most pertinaciously to the collar of the 

 gentleman's coat, which he is obliged to put off be- 

 fore he can fres himself from the annoying insect. 

 But he has profited already from experience, and 

 discovered that the surest mode of throwing out 

 the line straight before you is first to lay it on the 

 ground straight behind, and then, taking your rod 

 in both hands, and holding it directly over your 

 right shoulder, deliver the flies right in front by a 

 sort of overhead stroke. After this fashion does 

 he make his first cast, and swash go the flies into 

 the water as if a trio of wild ducks had stooped 

 there in full flight ; and had there been a trout 

 near, he most surely would have been killed with 

 fright. For an hour he continues his unsuccessful 

 practice ; but consoles himself with the thought 

 that he will have the more to take next day. 

 Next day comes, another after that, but still ho 



