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He was gone for about half an hour, during 

 which time I had landed three fish. When he 

 came back he had the countenance of a man who 

 had dined well. He said to me, 



" Go as straight as you can through the wood in 

 that direction, and you will come to a cottage 

 where there is plenty of hot tea, a loaf of bread, 

 and some butter awaiting you. I never dined 

 better in all my life, and I forgive you for only 

 bringing two pies." 



I obeyed his directions, and the tea certainly was 

 refreshing, although I could not get any sugar 

 with it. 



It was time to be going. We counted our fish . 

 I had eleven (my usual number at that pool, by the 

 way), and A. had ten, most from two to three 

 pounds each, but one or two heavier. We selected 

 the best and as many as we could conveniently 

 carry, and gave the rest to some cottagers. 



From the shooting-box, which is at the top of 

 the hill, and is, by the way, in a state of dilapi- 

 dation, we had a most magnificent view, one well 

 worth the walk to see. It was a view which em- 

 braced Shropshire, Cheshire, Montgomeryshire, 

 Denbighshire, and Merionethshire. In the vividly 

 green valley below us the little village of Llansilin 

 slumbered, scarcely noticeable were it not for the 

 dark and massy yew-trees in its churchyard. 



From the rocks farther on we saw a pretty sight. 

 A fox was standing on a stone, and on a sloping 



