1 1 1 TWO DAYS FLY-FISH I \(i 



that my friend was attended by a little black and 

 tan terrier dog, his constant companion. This dog 

 does away with the necessity of a landing-net, for 

 whenever my friend hooks a fish, the little animal 

 takes the water as soon as he is told to do so, and 

 M/i/ing the fish by the back of the head, lands him 

 >ufi-ly. He neither bites or tears it. On one occa- 

 sion he landed in one day 28 pike and 31 perch. 

 This perhaps, is the more singular, because I be- 

 lieve that terriers in general dislike water. I some- 

 times amused myself with watching the sagacious 

 l(M>k of the dog, and his eagerness and anxiety 

 u lu M a fish was hooked. I have also heard of a 

 dog that would fetch floating trimmers (or as they 

 are called in Norfolk, liggers) out of the water, 

 and the pike attached to them, even if they were 

 pulling hard. 



The setting of the sun this evening was most 

 beautiful. Its golden rays glittered on the distant 

 trees, and shed a flood of glory as far as the eye 

 could reach. The horizon was irradiated with 

 various tints, which were reflected on the clear 

 transparent waters of the river. These roseate hues 

 gradually disappeared, a gentle breath of air was 

 felt, and nature sunk into repose. 



O Nature ! holy, meek and mild, 

 Thou dweller on the mountain wild ; 

 Thou haunter of the lonesome wood, 

 Thou wanderer by the secret flood, 



