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our baskets were light. Indeed, there was a sort of 

 satisfaction, to one of us at least, after having had a 

 pleasant tussle with a gamesome grayling, and showing 

 him for once in his life the upper world and the green 

 grass, in sending him back rejoicing to his native 

 element. Think what a yarn he must have to spin 

 to his astonished brethren about the wonders he had 

 seen in a world where there is no water : he will try 

 it again some day. 



Last June we had a delightful time on this water 

 when the May-fly helped to fill our baskets. Let us 

 hope the genial Doctor will be with us when the next 

 May-fly time comes round. 



