2i 4 FISHES I HAVE KNOWN 



All inquiries for them failed, until a burly butcher 

 cleared up the mystery. " Why, it be maggots 

 thee wants!" he said contemptuously. So for 

 " maggots " I inquired ever afterwards, and got 

 them. 



I tried the Bridgewater canal, and left it in 

 despair. I tried a lovely mere not far off, in 

 Cheshire, but all the fish had apparently assembled 

 at the far and inaccessible end. Then I heard 

 that the Warrington Corporation issued permits 

 to angle in the reservoir, where all kinds of fish 

 abounded. 



The reservoir was prettily situated near Hill 

 Cliff 1 , and close to the Walton Hall home pre- 

 serves, where the head-keeper lived in a picturesque 

 lodge. No sooner did I arrive at his gate than a 

 pack of sporting dogs, affable no doubt when with 

 the gunners, furiously rushed out into a kind of 

 alley. Not desirous of making their closer ac- 

 quaintance, I shouted out to a woman who came 

 in sight to be good enough to bring the ticket 

 to me, which she did, remarking pleasantly, " You 

 needn't be afraid of those clogs. You might 

 just as well have come inside. They're as quiet 

 as lambs." But my idea of lambs differed from 

 hers. 



Now, a reservoir is supposed to contain water, 



