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a good trout last week, about a pound and 

 three quarters over there below the rhodo- 

 dendron bush. He had had his eye on him 

 and tried all the previous evening, so was very 

 pleased when he got him. Nothing was 

 moving above, but it was early yet and 

 promised to be a good evening. There was a 

 good trout just below the lock, and ought to 

 be there still on the far side just by the 

 moorhen's nest. 



There was another fine trout right down the 

 water by the boat house so the Captain had 

 told him but of course he might have got it 

 and said nothing. The Captain didn't always 

 show him his fish. He had sent the photo- 

 graph you took of him to his married daughter 

 in Toronto. No, she didn't like the place much : 

 she had always lived on these meadows : she 

 would give a year of her life, so she wrote to 

 the missus, to walk up the river with him now 

 and mind the hatches. But he was sixty five 

 and his asthma troubled him a good bit now, 

 so probably he would not be seeing her again. 

 Well, it sounded a great country and her 

 husband was getting on well but they never 

 seemed to put nothing by. Yes, there were 

 boys bathing above, but they would be gone 

 soon he expected. 



I can see the photo now, although it is 

 mislaid, and wish I could reproduce it here; 

 the kindly figure in gaiters who had never been 

 photographed before in his life (he told me) 



