1 8 Salmon FisJiing. 



Once only have I had the misfortune of 

 breaking the butt of my rod close to the 

 ferule ; and a more ludicrous object I cannot 

 fancy than my unhappy self at that moment 

 Fortunately not a single human being was at 

 hand to witness the catastrophe. 



Though several clever books have been 

 written on salmon-fishing, there are few in 

 which it is not depicted as an art, rather 

 more difficult to acquire, than I have found 

 it to be. It seems but yesterday that I was 

 fishing down a famous stream in the Dovey, 

 in the presence of a friend, who was, or fancied 

 himself to be, a great authority on the subject. 

 It is true, I did not stir a fish, but the fly 

 travelled as well, if not better than usual, and I am 

 afraid I was more inclined to throw the blame 

 upon the finny tribes' want of taste, than upon 

 my own lack of skill. When I came out of the 

 water, and rejoined him, the only remark that 

 fell from his lips was, " Very well fished," and after 

 a slight pause he added, " for a trout-fisher/' 



