A DAY AT LOUGH MELVIN. 49 



He turned musing and melancholy; and, 

 crossing the one-arched bridge that spans 

 the lesser stream, with both hands in his 

 pockets, went slowly up the street of Belleek. 



" Your Reverence w T ill not be breaking 

 the fifth * commandment to-day, any how," 

 said Pat Gallagher, as the Parson entered 

 the inn door : " sorrow a tail we'll turn to- 

 day." 



" Not on the river, Pat, certainly," said 

 the Parson : " you may cross the Ford dry- 

 shod. But what do you think of a little 

 murder on Lough Melvin ?" 



" By George," said the Captain, from the 

 stair top, " you have hit on the very thing ! 

 There has been a little rain, just enough to 

 stain the water, and the breeze will have 

 shaken the flies off the branches by bushels. 

 Rouse out the Squire, and tell Bob John- 

 stone to have the cars ready. Look alive, Pat, 

 and hand me down my brown fly-book ! " 



And in five minutes' time all hands were 

 assembled round the table, arranging the 

 lake tackle. The bright and glittering 

 flies of the Erne were unlooped from their 



* AnglicS, the sixth. 



