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been over-extended by a week in a hot water 

 cistern, and it had then come down the waste 

 pipe. The flesh was grey and fibrous, having 

 a faint taste of saucepan lining with soot 

 flavouring; but it is only fair to add that, 

 although I eat much of it, I never felt better 

 in my life than during that afternoon or evening. 

 It was the most unconventional treatment of a 

 veteran rooster that I ever saw attempted even 

 by a Tamil kitchen-cooly, which is saying a 

 good deal. 



Many of the small farms in question own 

 nothing more than a couple of good pools 

 connected by a gravelly run of fifty yards. 

 These farms lie perhaps two miles from a 

 station from which the last train leaves at nine 

 o'clock. This means that they are good enough 

 in Spring when the best fishing is between ten 

 a.m. and four p.m., but are useless in Summer 

 for the evening rise to anyone who had to reel' 

 up and leave the bank just at the only time 

 (8 o'clock) when there is the chance of good 

 sport. 



Yet if one cares to map out a plan of 

 campaign upon so modest a field, and can 

 manage to get put up at some adjacent cottage, 

 so as to be able to stay until at least nine- 

 thirty, the sum total of a week's sport in a well 

 behaved June does not compare amiss against 

 similar evenings spent upon a club water. 



The two pools and the run are often quite 

 enough for one, if you are that one; or if you 



