LEAVES FROM A GAME BOOK. 19 



The day broke gloriously, and we were soon afloat, 

 though five of us, with a quartette of gillies, made a 

 heavy load, in spite of the four long oars at which we 

 all took a willing turn during this pull of twelve 

 miles. At length the journey came to an end, so, while 

 everything was being made secure and the nets, etc., 

 landed, putting my rod together, I went off up stream 

 at best pace, in hopes of getting some sport before the 

 netting party caught me up. 



The whole stream did not extend to more than three 

 miles, but there were plenty of nice deep pools, which, 

 though all my own to flog for fully an hour, yet failed 

 to give so much as a rise or even the sight of a fish. 

 Then, as the netters appeared, I joined them, vowing 

 boldly there was not a fish in the stream. 



Our four gillies were soon waist deep in water, 



working the net cannily round the edges of a deep 



pool. As the operation neared completion, our host 



took a spear, while telling us to do likewise ; then 



following him, we were shortly all standing nearly 



shoulder to shoulder in the shallow rush of water 



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