CHAPTER X 



AMONG THE RAINBOWS 



"The sky perchance, looks fair and bright, 



The breeze curls on the brook. 

 The waters ting'd to please the sight, 



Trout waiting for the hook !" 



R. BLAKEY, Fourteenth Century Fishing. 



Wednesday, June "jth, 1905. 



'OT a promising day cold and 

 cloudy. We found it necessary for 

 our comfort to have a fire in our 

 sitting-room, and we sat by it 

 clearing off correspondence all the morning. 



After luncheon we started with Mr. Roberts, 

 who is forming, or, it should be said, has formed 

 a very fine fish-breeding establishment in this 

 neighbourhood, to fish about a mile of his water 

 which he most kindly placed at our disposal. 

 The ponds, covering about three acres of meadow 

 land adjoining the Arrow, are not yet complete, 

 but rapid progress is being made with them, and 

 in a very efficient and workmanlike manner. 

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