226 NOTES ON THE MONTHS FOR FLY-FISHING. 



" Oh, you may take my word for it there has not 

 been a fish killed down below ; but I tell you what, 

 I am going in for one or two here ;" saying which, 

 he assiduously set himself to work. Our offers of 

 the taking fly were declined by him, although the 

 tongue of every fish taken was seen to be covered 

 with one particular fly, and that fly the Iron Blue. 

 Obstinacy and prejudice still held rampant sway, 

 obstructing the path to success, and damping the 

 spirits of the inner man as effectually as the proverbial 

 Scotch mist does the external one. Some fish were 

 still to be seen rising. 



" I thought I had that fish, he rose within two 

 inches of me at something else ; it's very strange they 

 will not take it." 



"It would be strange indeed if they did" was the 

 reply. 



After witnessing more futile efforts on the part of 

 the angler with the infallible artificials, we landed a 

 small fish or two, evidently to his no small discomfort, 

 and then wound up for the day. By the time all 

 had met at the hotel, every creel was found to contain 

 fish, with the exception of those of the free-thinkers, 

 who returned in company, troubled and dispirited. 

 It is needless for us to add that next morning saw 

 them on board an early train bound for other lati- 

 tudes, where it is hoped they will benefit by the 

 lesson taught by experience. 



The Jenny Spinner is the metamorphosis of the 

 Iron Blue. It is of a universal milk-white colour, 

 with the exception of two crimson bands, one at each 



