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find it rather too bright and calm for the 

 Point of the Mullins?" 



The Scholar looked a little confused, but 

 Slievan answered readily, — 



"Faix, your riverence, it was just a fly 

 of our own." 



" Of your own ?" said the Parson, laugh- 

 ingly. " I thought the Squire was the only 

 man to dream about new flies. But let us 

 have a look at it." 



" Ah, then, where is it ? bad luck to it," 

 said Slievan, affecting to look about the 

 tackle. " Why then, your riverence, I can- 

 not put my hand upon it — we wor mending 

 the rod." 



"What on earth are you thinking of? 

 You stupid animal, don't you know that we 

 Belleekers are partners ? Come, no jea- 

 lousy ; show us the fly." 



But the Scholar himself evinced no verv 

 great alacrity in exhibiting his fly, when 

 Pat, pointing significantly to a deep cut just 

 above the tail of the fish, which was bleed- 

 ing profusely, said quietly, — " There was 

 lead on that fly, anyhow." 



" Hey ? What ? What is that ? O you 

 sad scamp !" said the Parson, " you have no 



