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and precision, and her husband is rapidly becoming an 

 expert under her tuition ; but like myself they failed on 

 this occasion. The good and beautiful lake refused to 

 yield up its treasures of fish, but not the less were 

 they pleased with their experience, paddling around 

 the lake. This new lake, like the old ones, has 

 already learnt to be capricious, and is not always to 

 be successfully wooed. We are getting accustomed to 

 finish up one day by hopefully looking for better luck 

 on the morrow. 



Wednesday, July Ajh. Fishing, according to our 

 two melancholy prophets, being out of the question, 

 on account of the brilliancy and heat of the sun, we 

 drove up to the far end of the lake to assist in netting 

 three of the creeks for our ancient enemy, the villainous 

 chub. Here we had good hope of an exciting scene, 

 for it was only last week that our netsmen (under the 

 able superintendence of our hostess, Miss Davies, 

 hauled out over 2,000 chub from their spawning 

 grounds. During the past few weeks over 4,000 of these 

 lovely but despised monsters have been caught about 

 here, and the atmosphere is still not sweet over the 

 spot where these tons of chub lie buried. Our catch 

 altogether amounted to two chub. 



Thursday -, July $th. Miss Davies perhaps a little 

 too confident on account of the success which generally 

 attends her expeditions on the lake volunteered to 

 accompany us for another attack on the chub in the 

 same quarters ; and so it happened that on this most 

 lovely day we had another drive round the lake, 

 gathering oak ferns on our way. We drove right up 

 into the mountains, and beyond where our horses 



