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flopping up and up and up all along the stream 

 as we trotted off to the station. 



The owner of the water who had given us 

 this day's delight, but who must be nameless, 

 arrived in his carriage with a friend just as we 

 were quitting the magic scene. He knew the 

 ropes better than we: he began to fish when we 

 left off, and he surely had a grand time before 

 him. He gave us a most cordial invitation to 

 come again at any time on giving him a short 

 notice, and so we bade farewell to one of the 

 most lovely scenes I have ever had the pleasure 

 of fishing in. 



And now, writing on June nth, I may say for 

 certain that the May Fly fishing of 1903 is con- 

 cluded. The river is in full flood, fields are 

 under water, and I, poor bird of passage, must 

 seek "fresh woods and pastures new." The 

 weather just now is quite disheartening I am 

 sitting by a fire on this cold winter's day which 

 has dropped into the middle of June, occupied 

 as I have described above, and the Professor, 

 who came here for a month, vows he can stand 

 it no longer; he will be off to-morrow and so 

 must I, for the river, under the most favourable 

 weather, will not be fishable for a week or ten 

 days. I hear of some grand catches now and 

 then. One cheery angler at a station put his 

 head in and said to an acquaintance in the 

 carriage, "I got four brace, some over two 



