THE ANGLER'S SOUVENIR. 



during a vacation, when I did not return home, 

 I spent a week with our drawing-master, who was 

 residing with his friends at Richmond. We went 

 out together one day to an excellent trout-stream, 

 near Burton Constable, about seven miles to the 

 sotithward, and were following our sport to our 

 great satisfaction, for the trouts were large and 

 rose well, when a countryman came up, and at- 

 tempted to take my companion's rod from him as 

 a trespasser who was fishing without leave. This, 

 of course, was resisted, and a struggle ensued, in 

 which the artist, who was but weakly, while his 

 antagonist was a big, powerful fellow, was likely to 

 come off only second-best, when I, a stout lad of 

 sixteen, joined as thirdsman in the fray, and turned 

 the scale. We soon got the countryman a great 

 hen-hearted fellow down, and without any regard 

 to what is called fair play, pummelled him well 

 when we had him down ; but that was not long , 

 for he soon recovered his legs, and ran off; while 

 we, who were swifter of foot, gave chase, and be- 

 laboured him with the butt-end of our rods right 

 across the field, till he escaped by dashing head- 

 foremost through a regular bullfinch hedge, like an 

 ox stung by hornets. We afterwards learnt that 

 the fellow had no right to interfere with us, and 

 had only wished to get a good rod at a cheap rate. 

 But for once the Yorkshireman was bit. 



FISHER. Youth is certainly the period when a 

 love of the fine arts, including angling, is most 



