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distance, by its line of ripples. The rock 

 was the Point of the Mullins. 



The Scholar and his follower were at that 

 time intently occupied in splicing — not very 

 scientifically, it must be confessed — a broken 

 salmon rod, and at their feet lay a heavy 

 salmon. 



So completely were they absorbed in their 

 occupation, that it was some minutes before 

 either of them perceived the Parson, who, 

 attended by Pat Gallagher and little Willie 

 Mooshlan, was standing on the slab of rock 

 behind watching them. 



"Well done!" said he at last. "Well 

 done ! Come, that is getting on in your 

 profession ; and your fish is bigger by half 

 than anything I have caught. Hand them 

 down here, Willie, and let us have the steel- 

 yards out and see what they look like." 

 There were two ten-pound fish, and a round, 

 fat, little grawl, somewhat under seven ; but 

 the Scholar's capture weighed down a good 

 eighteen, and he exhibited a small grawl 

 besides. 



" What fly did you catch that fellow 

 with?" said the Parson. "Did you not 



