NIGHT FLY AND BUSTARD FISHING 99 



for the cow made even more noise in getting out than 

 in, and ended by lying down on the bank with a deep 

 groan. 



As the night wore on and I thought that " Bob " 

 would never stop, I contrasted all this with our 

 mutual day-time pleasure, and knew that our joys 

 could seldom be shared in the night watches. 



Finally he came out satisfied, lit his pipe, and we 

 walked home through the long wood. I stumbled 

 and almost fell every now and then, but he, to my 

 infinite wonder, sailed gaily on, never faltering, as 

 though possessed of cat's eyes. 



In spite of the great love I had for our hero he 

 never succeeded in making an ardent night fisher 

 of me. The memory of that first experience 

 remains with me still, and although I haye frequently 

 gone out since it has never been for more than a 

 couple of hours. 



The lower Eamont, where I have often stayed in 

 a delightful old farmhouse close to the stream, has 

 always drawn me at night-time more than the Eden, 

 but what with tangled lines and other discomforts 

 of the dark, it has not been the way with me to look 

 forward with any particular kind of joy to the 

 catches that can be made when the sun has gone 

 down. 



So without in any way wishing to disparage night 



