WHAT I SAW AND HEARD WHILE 



POLLACK, SALMON AND TROUT FISHING 



IN IRELAND. 



CHAPTER I. 



THE WILD MOOR AND THE HOME MEADOWS YOUTHFUL TRAMPS 

 AND DREAMS " PARSON JACK." 



THE diffidence I feel in seeking to put my angling 

 experiences, and my love of fields and brooks, into 

 print would be overwhelming, were I not sure of 

 sympathy for the motives actuating me from old 

 friends, who will still like me a little, although I am 

 seeking to give publicity to quiet fishy haunts of 

 theirs. From these old friends, and from my 

 readers generally, I ask indulgence for this pre- 

 liminary chapter, which I hope may show in some 

 degree what these motives are. 



Those who know me well need not be told 

 but I must warn all others that what I write must, 

 of necessity, be in the unbooklike, simple language 

 in which I speak and think. 



Had I loved books in my youth as I loved the 

 wild moor and the home meadows, I should, maybe, 

 write with some learning ; but in that case, perhaps, 

 I should have had nothing to write about. 



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