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because I certainly caught two trout, and put them 

 into my creel. But I daresay you are a little absent, 

 and did not notice them ; I am somewhat absent myself 

 occasionally." 



He examined the basket, and found only gloves by 

 themselves, — gloves. 



" Where can I have put them ? " 

 " Indeed I can't guess, sir." 



He then began to shuffle about and examine his 

 waistcoat pockets and those of his pantaloons, nay, 

 actually his fob. 



" Perhaps, sir, you did not find quite room enough 

 in your fob, and put them into your coat pocket for 

 fear they should soil the basket." 



" Bless me ! so I did ; and here they are, truly. I 

 see now how it is ; in a hurry, and whilst I was 

 wrapt in admiration of the scenery, I put the gloves 

 where the fish should have been, and vice versa, — 

 nothing could be more natural." 



This he said with a simplicity worthy of the golden 

 age. But he declared that although he was not at that 

 moment very intent on the sport, he did like fishing 

 exceedingly. " Because," said he, " it requires no parade 

 of attendance, like other field sports ; it leads to the 

 most beautiful spots ; and I take up my rod and my 

 painting box at any hour I please, and saunter over 

 the flowery meads, in a state of tranquil enjoyment 

 amidst all the most pleasing images of rural life." 



I observed there was considerable excitement in fish- 

 ing occasionally, as well as tranquility. " For instance, 

 now," said I, " there is a sea trout in that run of water 



