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Loch Tay phantom, and he went back to a bridge 

 which crosses the Jache. In a pool under it he got 

 a pull from something it might have been a stone, 

 but it was uncommon like a fish. A friend of ours, 

 when he has been fishing some time without doing 

 any good, is in the habit of thrashing the water for a 

 few minutes with his rod thrashing it till it foams. 

 He says it is good for soothing the mind, and also 

 calling the attention of the fish. Under that bridge 

 G., out of sight of the Admiral, relieved his outraged 

 feelings in the same way. Presently the latter saun- 

 tered up, placidly smoking. 



' ; Well, was he a good one 1 " 



" Good one ! Didn't you see him 1 But I did 

 drive it into him that time ! " 



"Ah ! but you didn't drive it in hard enough." 



Then they tramped sulkily over a horrid wilder- 

 ness of shingle and rubbishy trees, till they came to 

 another dam on the larger river again. Here the 

 water was still thick, and the work seemed hopeless. 

 But the longest lane has a turn ; the most weary 

 night must end. The despised and much-abused 

 artificial minnow, which had been declared by the 

 collective wisdom of the whole club to be an ab- 

 surdity, was taken possession of by a huchen, and 

 this time really appreciated. He expressed a strong 

 desire to nib himself under the wood-work of the 

 dam, and then evinced a remarkable attraction for a 

 post whose top was just visible under water. " He 



