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not writing a romance, or an account of an ideal day's 

 fishing, but stern facts ; and that fish got away. It 

 does not -seeni as if it was a thing likely to happen in 

 real life, but it did. Those left behind almost wept. 

 The wretched trout came back empty, blobbing and 

 jumping on the stream, tied up in a kind of knot, 

 and spinning in a way that was enough to frighten 

 a shark. "\Ve draw a veil over the next half-hour's 

 conversation. 



G. viciously stripped off the curly trout, and swore 

 it was no good trying any more till they had got the 

 Admiral's gaff-hook stuck in it as a weapon of offence. 

 (Xow the Admiral used a small click manufactured 

 by himself out of a large corrugated-iron dolphin- 

 hook.) It was plainly no use going on in that 

 fashion ; and besides, they had to pay their call at 

 the Schloss, so they left the pool and went growling 

 home to change. " We must yack it into them," 

 said the Admiral ; " we shall never do any good till 

 we yack it into them." The visit to the Hochburg 

 was pleasant, and not formidable. The ladies showed 

 the strangers over the large stables, and were much 

 distressed at the bad behaviour of their liwltcn. 



Then there came a broiling day with a bright sun, 

 " good for fishing," said the Oberforster. It might 

 have been, but somehow nothing was done. The 

 Englishmen, the Oberforster and his rod, drove a few 

 miles up the river. They had some beer at a snug 

 little mrtschaff, and then they all fished. They 



