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but the hooks of the Steward tackle he used. Three 

 times had he got hold of a fish in a certain pool, and 

 the creatures had invariably retired with the greatest 

 rapidity to a part of it where the current was very 

 strong, quickly gone through some performance or 

 other there, and then disappeared, taking with them, 

 probably as a memento of their visit, a bit of steel. 

 It is not every day that Bavarian kitchen meet an 

 English admiral, and they acted in much the same 

 way as Mr Calverley's maiden did, when she secured 

 her precious cherry-stones. G. listened with great 

 attention to this account, and declared that no fish 

 could break any of his tackle ; but there are other 

 Avays of killing a cat than drowning her, and it is a 

 foolish thing to boast when a liuchen has anything 

 to say in the matter. The Admiral soon went off 

 to the river, G. shortly afterwards following him, 

 but they missed one another, and did not meet till 

 night. 



The latter, left to his own devices, put on a salmon- 

 fly, found his way over the river, and ran promptly 

 into the arms of two big men, who seemed to look 

 on him as rather an intruder. Under the shelter of 

 umbrellas they were smoking cigars and watching 

 a third man, who was also smoking, and fishing 

 with an implement and tackle which needs a more 

 eloquent pen than ours to do justice to. He was 

 the biggest of the lot a great, stout, fine-looking 

 old Bavarian, with a thick white moustache and 



