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a watchm' the vishes, when a genelman 

 vrom Limnun coomed by. I zay, vather, 

 zays the strainger, what d'ye caal this out 

 here bruk? Th' owld bwoy was a leetle 

 bit dunch, and a didn't year'n very plain. 

 D'zay ? says he. How d'ye caal this 

 bruk ? zays the strainger agen. Haw, 

 caal un, zays owld Joe ; um dwont caal 

 un at ael um dwont : a allus cooms this 

 woy without callin' ! Zo the cockney went 

 off in a girt pelt and towld un to gwo 

 and hang ""s self. 



S. [Aside to t/.] I believe that story 

 was known long before old Joe was born, 

 but the paternity of many better ones might 

 with as much justice be questioned. Here 's 

 the river. Let us put to, and try our luck at 

 this spot ; I have often had good sport here. 



J. I am ready Where shall we begin ? 



S. Try a cast under that patch of 

 weeds, where the shadow is deepest. 



J. I have a fish, and a mettlesome one, 



