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would find out another reason. What with 

 the heat of the weather, and the ruggedness 

 of the shore, and the weight and strength 

 of the fish, I was fairly done up. I am fit 

 for nothing more to-day." 



" Except for a glass of whisky," said the 

 Captain. " We must wake the Dig fish 

 anyhow. Who has got any whisky in his 

 flask ? — mine is empty." 



But all had not been so improvident, and 

 enough was produced ' from one flask or 

 another to supply a respectable dram to the 

 whole party, numerous as it was ; and three 

 hearty cheers were given in honour of the 

 Squire, and in memory of his gallant anta- 

 gonist. 



"What fly was it?" said the Captain; 

 " you have forgotten to tell us that." 



" A green Parson," said the Squire ; " and 

 there it is. I shall wear it in my hat for 

 the rest of the season, for it shall never go 

 into the mouth of a meaner fish." 



" Green Parson no more," said the Cap- 

 tain ; a it has earned for itself the rank and 

 title of a substantive fly : it shall have a 

 name of its own, and we will call it Jack 

 the Giant-killer." 



