AND HOW I HAVE CAUGHT MY FISH 171 



of cliffs, and over sunken rocks that had waves of 

 churned seething water rolling at them. 



At any moment the magic whir-r-r of reels might 

 send a thrill that would momentarily blot out all 

 thought of the sublime grandeur of what we had 

 seen. 



There were but a few moments of expectancy 

 before a reel noisily responded to the rush of a 

 fish, and so commenced another enjoyable day's 

 fishing. 



I should be able to show you how successful this 

 day was had the picture come out right. 



It is fifty years since I first learnt how nearly 

 allied are art and luck. My brother Tom was 

 drawing on a slate, where gradually the outline of 

 quite a noble animal appeared. Being anxious to 

 know what it was I asked him to tell me, but he 

 was so engrossed that he seemed not to hear, so I 

 asked again, when he replied, " I wish you wouldn't 

 be so impatient. I don't know myself till it's done, 

 whether it will be a pig or an elephant." Tom was 

 lucky, it turned out a splendid elephant. 



Our camera gave capital results, sometimes for 

 days together, but now and then it shied at certain 

 objects. It was a real terror when faced with a 

 group of fish. We tried it all ways ; while the fish 

 were in the boat, and again when they were laid out 

 upon the rocks with utmost care so as to get the 

 form of each one. At times nothing but blurs 

 resulted which more resembled wildfowl than fish. 



