CHAPTER VII. 



jjOME years ago I was enjoying a 

 day's fishing in the Wye, a few 

 miles above Glasbury, where the 

 rocks were so smooth and slippery, that no 

 matter what the soles of your brogues, whether 

 felt, or leather thick-studded with nails, it was 

 almost impossible to keep your footing. Twice 

 had I to submit to the laughter of my com- 

 panions, by a sudden immersion in the 

 treacherous water ! But this was not all ! 

 The first time I slipped up, my wetting was, 

 comparatively speaking, of a trifling nature. 

 But the second time such a ducking did I get, 

 that I was compelled to betake myself for aid 



