268 JUNCTION OF DERWENT AND GRETA. 



AMICUS. How pleasant is this little inlet of 

 the lake, with its shaded banks hardly hiding 

 the green meadows ! Surely here is its outlet, 

 and this must be the river, though hardly dis- 

 tinguishable, its current is so dull, from the still 

 lake. 



PISCATOR. It is the Derwent ; and a few yards 

 further, just where you see the first little rapid, 

 owing to a slight fall, is the entrance and junc- 

 tion of the Greta. Boatman, we will now land. 

 We will prepare our rods, and try what our 

 skill can accomplish, as you assure us there are 

 trout and good ones to be taken, fortune and 

 weather favouring. Now we are ready; you 

 Amicus, proceed, and I will slowly follow. As 

 there is no wind, I need hardly say you must 

 confine your fishing to the streams. 



AMICUS. I meet you with my pannier empty, 

 having taken only one smolt. I fished too 

 within a mile of the adjoining lake, trying 

 every rapid offering a chance. Surely we have 

 been misinformed. 



PISCATOK. I think not. The state of the at- 

 mosphere is unfavourable, and also the lowness 



