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brook u divided into a score of channels like 

 black snakes writhing in shining folds ; and there 

 it gathers in a deep frothing pool, underneath a 

 foresb of broad, cool, harts-tongue ferns, and 

 washes the long, brown moss lazily up the slippery 

 rock. 



We select a pool to commence with, and, lying 

 down on a slab of rock, we peer into it. Half a 

 dozen trout are visible in the clear water, with 

 their heads up-stream, and they are as yet un- 

 suspicious of our presence. With a twitch of the 

 wrist we jerk our worm against the upper rock, 

 and it falls naturally on to the fringe of moss, and 

 is washed off into deep water by the ripple. There ! 

 we have hooked a trout ; he went at it furiously, 

 and now he is in our basket. The rest have dis- 

 appeared under the stones, and we pass on to the 

 next pool. There ! that is the way to catch them. 

 Keep well out of sight ; throw in at the top of the 

 pool, and let the worm float downward; and that it 

 may float the more naturally, you should have no 

 shot on your line ; and the hotter and brighter the 

 weather is, the more trout you will catch, unless 

 rain should be imminent, when your chance of 

 oport will be very small indeed. You will only 

 catch one in each pool though, so pass on, and, to 

 fish that next pool, crouch 01 your hands and 

 knees behind that boulder, and cast at a venture 

 into the still, deep water above, not allowing so 

 much as the point of your rod to appear above it, 



