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" Come, come," said the Captain, " we 

 must make an end of libelling Ireland and 

 misquoting Moore, if we mean to catch any 

 fish to-day. Hand me over the basket ; I 

 should like to fit my flies before we start. 

 Why, what the devil is this ? Here, Johnny 

 — Johnny M'Gowan ! what made you put 

 this basket into the car? Bring me the 

 other with the fly-books ; — that has nothing 

 but damaged flies in it." 



" Troth, your honour," said Johnny, 

 " that 's the basket your honour told me to 

 put up. Divil a basket is there here 

 besides, barrin the empty ones L" 



The Parson whistled. 



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" Divil the basket was there beside, your 

 reverence, in all the room, and this is the 

 one that Sally guv me." 



" This comes of changing one's man," said 

 the Parson ; " Pat Gallagher knows every 

 book in my possession, and every fly in my 

 books. Well, Johnny, it is no fault of yours ; 

 you would not have left the Squire's tackle 

 behind, I know ; and I ought to have re- 

 membered that I had not Pat with me." 



" I suppose we may as well go back," said 

 the Captain. 



