io8 BY MEADOW AND STREAM. 



for me ! Here, try some of this honest, old-fashioned 

 brown Demerara, and insist on getting it wherever 

 you go, that's the way to get that dyspeptic foreign 

 stuff out of this market I was only able to get this by 

 a fluke." 



And so at dinner our genial cynic is equally hot on 

 pepper. " Please pass the white pepper." " White 

 pepper!" he exclaims; "my dear sir, there's no 

 such thing as white pepper in existence ; that is simply 

 a vile concoction of hellebore and poisonous chemicals 

 manufactured at a fourth of the cost of the true 

 pepper, which of course is black. Never catch me 

 using white pepper ! " 



No man can discourse more eloquently and con- 

 vincingly on flies, imitation and natural. He knows 

 them all, and you cannot deceive him by the shadow 

 of a shade of tint on hackle, or wing, or body. 



Sunday, Oct. zoth, was a very pleasant day, a day 

 of rest for the grayling. We took our walks abroad 

 across the meadows and through the woods, now 

 delightfully "hung with tapestry of all glorious 

 colours," acorns, brown and yellow, strewed in pro- 

 fusion under the wide-spreading oaks ; the copper- 

 leaved guelder rose, with its bunches of red berries, 

 as pretty now as it is in its summer dress of white 

 roses ; but what has become of the swallows ? They 

 have departed from this neighbourhood. Starlings 

 have taken their places in groups of hundreds ; flocks 

 of wild geese are seen far away up in the sky, sailing 

 southwards in triangular form, like a floating pyramid. 

 Small birds twittered in the hedgerows. Our country 

 walk was very pleasant. The grayling in the river 



