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sport enough to amuse me my first season, August 2 

 to September 14, giving a total bag of 50 salmon 

 and grilse, and 480 sea- trout. It was a very dry 

 year, and there was little snow left on the hills to 

 replenish the pools in hot weather, but there was 

 a remarkable run of sea-trout, more than on any 

 subsequent occasion. Day fishing had the advantage, 

 that it was possible to secure capital snapshots of 

 various incidents in our fishing career, but my princi- 

 pal reason was that I could not keep off the water 

 during so long a portion of the days of my delightful 

 holiday. The call of the rushing stream was too 

 alluring, and I had not the manyalternative pursuits, 

 such as gardening, clearing paths, cutting down trees 

 or undergrowth, which made the daylight hours all 

 too short for such energetic habitues as Bertie Lort 

 Phillips, my landlord, best of sportsmen and good 

 fellows. Of course day fishing would have been 

 absurd in the early part of the Norwegian season, 

 June and July, when the sun is at his highest alti- 

 tude, and his beams hottest ; but the lower part of 

 the Sundal River flows through a narrow valley, over- 

 shadowed by frowning precipices, and there are many 

 places when in August and September the direct rays 

 never fall on the pools. However, all said and done, 

 I was a heretic and knew it, but preferred a packet of 

 sandwiches by the water-side, a comfortable eight 

 o'clock dinner with a well-earned appetite, and an 

 arm-chair, a book and a chat by the fire, an early bed 

 and a dreamless sleep, to a heavy meal in the afternoon 

 and a night spent at the water-side. I am one of those 

 fortunate people who generally close their eyes as 

 soon as the head is on the pillow, and keep them closed 



