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that queer night scramble. What have you 

 done ? Is there any truth in dreams ?" 



" Upon my word," said the Squire, " it is 

 very singular. I shall really begin to believe 

 in fairies, like the Parson." 



" What, have you caught another whale ?" 

 " By George, I did, and rose two or three 

 more ; and not a fish besides broke the water 

 all down the river. The water was as thick 

 as pea-soup — it has not run clear yet, as 

 you may see." 



" Pat swears by the fly, then ? " 

 " You may say that ; and not without 

 cause. We did not see much in the Upper 

 Throws, but as I was passing by Reade's I 

 saw a fish rise naturally. Now you know 

 how shallow Reade's Throw is, and that if 

 you see a fish rise in shallow water there is 

 every chance that he will rise again. I 

 thought this a capital opportunity for giving 

 Foul-weather Jack a thorough trial ; so I 

 first slipped him off, and put on a beautiful 

 Killmore. Well, I tried and tried, and flog- 

 ged and flogged, for a good half-hour. I 

 put my fly over every inch of the pool — I 

 might as well have spit upon it. ■ Now, 

 Pat/ said I, ■ I think that is fairly tried ; 



