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THE ANGLER'S SOUVENIR. 



time we had steady sport throughout the day. 

 Every quarter of an hour one of us had a bite ; 

 and although we missed a good many through 

 striking too soon, our respective heaps of golden- 

 brown fish (very few of the carp there are at all 

 white) grew rapidly in size. 



As we were coming back from a small larch tree 

 where we had found a beautifully constructed 

 golden-crested wren's nest, suspended from the 

 under side of a branch, A. suddenly clasped me 

 round the middle, and gave me a very neat back- 

 throw. " Hullo ! what's that for ? " I exclaimed, 

 considerably astonished as I sat on the ground. 



"Your foot was just poised over that beggar," 

 he said, pointing out to a big brown adder, which 

 was gliding away like an animated ash stick. 



"Ah, thanks; there are too many of those 

 fellows here." 



We had eaten the two pies, and as four o'clock 

 drew near we got mighty hungry again. 



"Just hand me over another pie, old fellow. 

 Nature abhors a vacuum," said A. 



"I haven't got any more," I answered. 



" Not got any more ? Oh, dear." After a pause, 

 "I am hungry." In a little while longer A. 

 started off saying, "You mind my rod while I 

 am away. I am going foraging for food. I'll try 

 and catch a rabbit, and eat him alive. I've been 

 meditating upon those fish, but I don't like tho 

 look of them." 





