106 A DAY UP THE RIVER. 



said the Parson, starting up from his recum- 

 bent position, and seizing his gaff as he 

 rushed down stairs. " Hang the fellow ! 

 what luck he has ! Who would have thought 

 it possible on such a day as this ?" 



The Parson, no doubt, was a little jealous ; 

 but that did not diminish the alacrity with 

 which he crossed the street, pushed his way 

 among the people, and emerged from the 

 crowd on the flag-rock. 



There, sure enough, was the Scholar, with 

 his rod bending and his line running out. 

 " Who is right about the day, now?" said 

 he, triumphantly, as the Parson came up ; 

 " who knows most about fishing, now ? Con- 

 found the fish! there he goes for the fall 

 again ! " 



" Follow him," said the Parson, " and let 

 him go down — the Captain killed one that 

 way admirably last Monday. That's right ! 

 get on the high ground — hold your rod up- 

 right, and keep your line out of the water." 



" There ! he heads up stream again ! " 

 said the Scholar, as he raised his rod to the 

 required position, and the line seemed to cut 

 along over the surface of the water. 



" Hurrah ! " said the crowd. " Oh ! that's 



