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of the rod who are not strict teetotalers. 

 Straight towards us down the field raced a 

 hare for dear life with ears laid back, hard 

 pressed by a brace of dogs. On she came, 

 until, in the blindness of her terror, it was 

 but a matter of a few feet that separated us 

 and we could hear her sobs of distress ; then, 

 becoming aware of our presence, she turned 

 sharply at an angle and made for the hedge 

 through which she wormed her way. The 

 dogs ran whining to and fro, seeking an 

 opening, but Puss had effected a useful check, 

 and, by the time they were through, had 

 scudded across the adjoining field, and made 

 good her escape. A pressing invitation to join 

 the shooter at dinner that evening, then he and 

 the keeper proceeded in the direction taken by 

 the dogs, and we turned our attention to 

 grayling again. 



Retracing our steps, we made a halt at 

 a pool where one had ignored all my friend's 

 earlier overtures. We found the fish still 

 rising occasionally. The olive quill in this 



