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him renew his efforts to get loose. Wait 

 till I get a shorter line. There, you see 

 he grows faint; he rolls heavily on his 

 side ; his fins seem to beat the tide ; he is 

 spent, and you may now lift him out, Julian, 

 but take care of my line. 



J. What a noble trout ! he is upwards 

 of a foot and a half long. What do you 

 estimate his weight to be ? 



S. About four pounds. He is a well- 

 fed fish, with a back like a hog, and of a 

 beautiful colour. Put him into Mr. Julianas 

 pannier, Simon, and come on to "The 

 Angler's Rest, 1 ' where we '11 have a tankard 

 of spiced ale, a beverage which, as Father 

 Walton would have said, is only to be 

 drunk by honest men and anglers. 



[Exeunt. 



