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said, "Why, Dad, it's all right; you brought your 

 rod." 



What matter broken rods, inky faces, or other 

 costs for that which leaves such pleasant memories. 



It is quite a long drive from Dunfanaghy to 

 Rosapenna, and it is as interesting as it is long. 

 The four-wheel car does the journey in three hours 

 and a quarter, and we found just that measure of 

 delight in it, with countless jolts thrown in. I 

 really think car jolts are worth much. Elderly 

 people do not look well skipping, more's the pity, 

 but we may jolt, and then our happy faces are quite 

 becoming. 



Rosapenna Hotel is an imposing structure, just 

 midway between Mulroy and Sheephaven Bay. 

 The position ensured opportunities for unlimited 

 sea fishing, and the rivers we had crossed, within 

 walking distance, looked as if sea-trout and salmon 

 fishing would be at our disposal. Immediately in 

 front of the hotel are sandy hillocks with flat grass- 

 grown plots between, over which scarlet-coated men 

 and short-skirted ladies walked and halted brandish- 

 ing sticks, the ends of which flashed in the sun's 

 rays. Evidently we were dismounting at quite a 

 fashionable resort, and I had fears of the French 

 chef and his concoctions, but those fears subsided, 

 and we spent our short stay most comfortably. 



The salmon fishing is free to visitors from April 

 to the end of July, and there is practically unlimited 

 trout fishing, but again the rain kept off. There 



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