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cannot fish with too small a fly — the white 

 moth is many sizes too large." 



" And here's a dodge worth knowing," 

 said the Captain, who had measured out 

 twenty feet of line, and then tied a piece of 

 white silk round that part of the reel-line 

 which was just under his thumb. " In ten 

 minutes' time we shall not be able to see the 

 tops of our rods, and it may be useful to 

 know how much line one has out/' 



" But, Paddy, my man," said the Parson, 

 "I do not see any trout here." 



" Wait a bit, your honour, Pll engage wj 

 see them." 



And wait they did for another half-hour ; 

 while the glow of their respective pipes and 

 cigars showed out plainer and plainer as the 

 night grew dark. 



" By heavens ! there are those rascally 

 swans flapping their wings and cleaning 

 themselves/ ' said the Captain. "It is all 

 up with us now." 



" It's the throut, your honour," said the 

 boatman. 



" Sure enough it is," said the Parson, 

 who had been craning over the boat's side 

 with his eye close to the water, and looking 



