So FISHING FOR PLEASURE 



man " (who, by the way, is a Scotsman) had 

 no intention whatever that we should be left 

 alone to the catching of 6sh or the contempla- 

 tion of nature on a vacuum. The morning and 

 the evening were divided by noon and after- 

 noon, and during this division of the time all 

 of a sudden we came upon a lovely mansion, 

 surrounded by woods and beautiful grounds. 

 And then, somehow or other, by some sort of 

 magic, we found ourselves sitting round a sump- 

 tuous table, laid out with admirable taste, and 

 laden with every imaginable good thing, and 

 our host, at the head of it, just as brimful of 

 stories and of humorous jokes as a fine old Eng- 

 lish gentleman should be. 



We fished again in the afternoon, and finally 

 we were driven back to the station in proper 

 style. For mere pleasurable enjoyment it was, 

 indeed, a good day for us. The next day (Satur- 

 day, August 22nd) was another fine day, and we 

 finished up the week the lot of us, some twenty- 

 two in number by a picnic in the Chewton 

 Woods, and gambols of all sorts down on the 

 seashore. We had a merry time. 



