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But the surface here was just as dark and 

 unmoved as that of any part they had visited. 

 It seemed as if neither trout nor living ani- 

 mal of any kind was ever to be found be- 

 neath it. 



"Their honours had better take off the 

 drop flies," said the boatman; "a tangle 

 by this light would spoil the sport." 



"I think I shall take off one of them," 

 said the Parson ; "but in calm weather like 

 this, I am not much afraid of entangling my 

 flies by day or night." 



" I suppose the proper fly for this work 

 would be the white moth," said the Cap- 

 tain. " Bother that fellow for leaving the 

 books behind. I have plenty of them, 

 and have never had the chance of using 

 one yet." 



"I believe the white moth is a regular 

 humbug," said the Parson, " though you see 

 it in every man's book — not but what it 

 would catch by night, or anything else that 

 the fish can see ; but white is the very worst 

 colour that you can show at night, because 

 it is the most invisible against the sky, 

 which is the position in which the fish see it. 

 Black is the colour ; and, strange to say, you 



