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into Peter's hands, and he kept turning over 

 the leaves, his little dark eyes began to sparkle ; 

 and when I told him that I had tied them all 

 myself, up with a bound went his respect for 

 me at least twenty degrees. My fabrications in 

 this respect are nothing to boast of, but when 

 put side by side with some Peter exhibited of 

 his own handy-work very rough specimens 

 indeed, they certainly did look somewhat to 

 advantage. 



What struck Peter most, were the rod and 

 rather heavy line I was using. A stiff rod was 

 the old fellow's delight " Could'nt he pitch a 

 flee anywhere with that ?" 



The first pool I tried rather rudely upset the 

 flowery notions I had long treasured up of the 

 far-famed river Awe. To get at it in the first 

 place was no easy matter ! I had to descend 

 a precipice, though there were narrow steps in 

 it, and roots of trees at hand, without the aid 

 of which, a tumble from the top to the bottom 

 must have been inevitable. When I got safely 



