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tried trout and worm and minnow, and flailed away 

 diligently, but with no result. The Admiral lost his 

 worm-tackle, G. got over the tops of his waders, and 

 the Oberfbrster was so exhausted at the end of the 

 day that he had to be left at another ivirtschaft to 

 recruit himself. Hearty maledictions were bestowed 

 on the hucJten, and on the great dolphin-hook. G. 

 cut this off the gaff, and buried as much of it as he 

 could in a trout of gigantic size, from which an inch 

 or two stuck out like the fluke of an anchor. It was 

 so heavy that it sank the bait without the need of 

 lead, and was always catching in the bottom. " Ah ! 

 if I could only get it well into a big one," said the 

 disconsolate owner, fondly eyeing it. 



There was a sweet simplicity about the domestic 

 arrangements and commissariat at Lenggries, and 

 surely never since the days of Dick Swiveller's 

 Marchioness had men so queer a little handmaiden 

 to look after them. The inn was full, but for the 

 sum of four shillings per head per week, large bed- 

 rooms were secured over the principal shop in the 

 place. The small lassie, aged about ten, was the 

 only servant : she was a bright, queer, barefooted 

 little thing, exactly like the Marchioness, except in 

 being better fed. For coffee in the morning and 

 three rolls, threepence was charged. At the Post it 

 was customary to pay for one's food directly it was 

 eaten, and dinner seldom cost less than 90 pfennif/s, 

 or about elevenpence ; though it was indeed possible, 



