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did ; and if we have anything like fine wea- 

 ther, you will be astonished to see how soon 

 a lake-river runs off: the cesspool principle, 

 which made it slow to colour, makes it also 

 quick to clear. I should not wonder if we 

 caught a fish to-morrow." 



*• If there is any truth in dreams, I ought 

 to catch one to-day," said the Squire ; u for 

 I dreamed of nothing else last night. I went 

 through the whole ceremony, from making 

 the fly to landing the fish." 



" What fly was it, your honour ?" said 

 Pat, who, at the mention of the dream, had 

 been listening eagerly. 



" Well, it was a queer fly," said the 

 Squire ; " I question whether it ever had an 

 existence in real earnest." 



" But what fly was it ?" persisted Pat. 



" Well," said the Squire, laughing, " it 

 had a mixed tail, black body and hackle, 

 with gold twist, blood-red hackle on the 

 neck, blood-red under-w r ings, wings of argus 

 black spotted with white, black ostrich head, 

 and red maccaw horns." 



"A very pretty fly to catch a whale," said 

 the Captain. " I do not think it will catch 

 anything else — at least, out of fairy land." 



