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of our water, where our horse and trap were to 

 be at eight o'clock ! We had arrived at five ! It 

 was impossible, or at least unwise, to sit for 

 three hours with sodden feet in the Red Lion's 

 best parlour, so the good landlord, an old ac- 

 quaintance of mine, hurried up a pony trap for 

 us as quickly as possible, and sent us back 

 home in a wretched, half-starved condition. We 

 reached our inn in due course, where we found 

 no worse adventure had happened than that 

 young Curlyhead, of three years (evidently a 

 born teetotaller!), had found his way into the 

 cellar, and turned on the taps of three or four 

 beer barrels they were all flooding the cellar 

 for half an hour before discovered. The Major, 

 notwithstanding the bad weather, captured four 

 brace of trout, and caught one cold. Our club 

 water seems to be fair, but our first visit to it 

 was unlucky. 



