AND HOW I HAVE CAUGHT MY FISH 7 



for an old contemplative angler who has spent ten 

 days on the Thames without seeing a second such 

 person to go farther afield for that quiet, all-to- 

 himself angling he once enjoyed. What matters 

 the twelve or twenty-four hours' journey with only 

 the Irish Sea to cross ? The London and North- 

 Western trains are fast and their boats are luxurious, 

 and with such a slight roll, if any, as only to rock 

 you to sleep. Cheer up ! You will land at Kings- 

 town, Greenore, or Londonderry as fresh as a daisy. 



So give up deploring that your brother angler 

 jostles you, and I will show you where I found sport 

 galore, and where never a man had previously used 

 rod and line. I will introduce you to places where 

 you will catch pollack, salmon and trout in plenty. 



There may be some wonderment at the order in 

 which I place these three fish. In my early days I 

 thought for a short season marbles the only game ; 

 then came " buttons" to the fore ; to be followed a 

 few weeks later by tops. Were it earlier in the year 

 my thoughts would be entirely of the salmon ; and I 

 would tell you of yet another place or two in the 

 glorious land of N. B., where early spring fish may 

 yet be caught without the preliminary extortionate 

 payment that is now most frequently asked. 



I am writing with the hope of affording informa- 

 tion which may guide the footsteps of the tired 

 brain-worker, whose holiday may be too short for 

 exploration, to sport and rest away from too well- 

 known resorts and the overcrowded routes thereto. 



