FLIES AND FLY FISHING. 37 



I saw a trout lying close under the buttress of the bridge, 

 and just below the root of a tree that had stuck there, and 

 in about six inches of water. There was a very rapid, 

 deep stream through the centre arch, and the walls of the 

 bridge continued for some distance down stream on both 

 sides, and were about ten or twelve feet high above the 

 water. I threw my fly (a large orl) just over the fish's 

 head ; he immediately turned, took it, and went straight 

 down stream. I played him for some time, but happened 

 to have no landing net with me. From the height of the 

 walls, and trees on both sides preventing one from follow- 

 ing him down stream, there seemed no possibility of killing 

 him. At last, in despair, I got him into the shallow water 

 close to the bridge, and giving my rod to someone to hold, 

 I climbed over the wall of the bridge on to the top of the 

 buttress on which there was just room to stand and 

 which was three or four feet below the bridge wall, and 

 getting the line into my hands, began slowly and steadily 

 to raise the fish. I got him up, and on to the sloping side 

 at the top of the buttress, but as I stooped to take hold of 

 him the hooks hold gave and he fell back into the water 

 a distance of eight or nine feet. I had hardly been a 

 couple of minutes again on the bridge, when someone, who 

 had been looking into the water, exclaimed, "Why, here 



