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returned, feeling sure that, at last, I would 

 have a beautifully clear stream, with both 

 water and barometer " in a settled state," 

 and then . . . R-K-Eevenge ! 



I arrived in the evening, only to find 

 that a storm, in the hills, had again made 

 it muddy. 



Each time it began to clear, this occurred. 

 Not one single big cleansing flood followed, 

 but a series of small risings. Coming after 

 a prolonged drought, these merely stirred 

 up all the filth, and sickened the trout. 



I had a very poor record for that yearly 

 holiday trip. 



I however returned, and more than made 

 up for my former ill luck, by my next two 

 holiday trips, on that charming river. 



Under the title of " Keminiscences of 

 an Old Angler, " the Fishing Gazette pub- 

 lished, in 1893, the record of all my diaries. 

 Any one can see that the records were 

 uncooked, as they contain some miserably 

 small entries. Of course I might fish only 

 for an hour, and yet give the reader the 

 idea of a whole day's fishing. When a man 

 starts, say, on a June morning, at dawn, and 

 fishes till it is dark, and calls that " a day's 

 fishing," I smile. 



With no wish to detract from the 



