BEOWN WATEES 



with stinging rain, but on such a day, in 

 a punt hardly forced by two men against 

 wind and sea, the white water thrashed 

 with a scant dozen feet of line, we fell 

 upon the fish in mid-lake, where never 

 a great trout had been risen before, and 

 killed eight that ran from two to five 

 pounds, in such time as was needed to 

 play them. 



Another afternoon I recall, when it 

 blew so strongly out of the north that 

 the waves of a tiny lake again and again 

 nearly swamped us, when not the 

 thinnest wisp of cloud showed upon the 

 arch of blue throughout the long sum- 

 mer day, and everywhere the trout rose 

 as if they were never to see fly again, 

 great fellows that ran and fought and 

 leaped till the wrist was tired with the 

 playing of them. 



A famous pool, that has filled many a 

 page of a record book, is in best fettle 

 when the weather, as runs the old saw, 

 is "good for neither man nor beast, " 



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