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left off, and when my fly broke off in my net just 

 after landing my second largest fish, I had great diffi- 

 culty in selecting and putting on another. Ole stood 

 by me, striking match after match, and I worked by 

 the feeble glow of their light. My knife slipped out 

 of my hand, and I stood perfectly still while a careful 

 search was made round my feet, but it could not be 

 found, and we erected a small pillar of stones on the 

 spot, intending to make another search by daylight. 

 This turned out not to be necessary, as when I took off 

 my heavy waders I discovered the missing article in 

 the right leg just below my knee. 



I had a long and weary tramp in waders that 

 night. Having a slight cold, I started to walk home- 

 wards along the road before the pony was caught. 

 It so turned out that there was a difficulty in catch- 

 ing him, and I had nearly reached Hvilested before 

 I heard the welcome sound of wheels. The eastern 

 sky was red with the first streaks of dawn before we 

 sat down to a hearty meal of hot soup, coffee, and 

 meats of various kinds by the glow of the blazing 

 wood fire my host speedily kindled. We determined, 

 however, that we would not go fasting so long in 

 future, and three or four nights afterwards, when we 

 had another long and excellent six hours' sport on the 

 same water, we started armed with a huge fish kettle, 

 salt, buttered scones, and biscuits, and picnicked in the 

 small hours on the bank. We boiled three good- 

 sized trout, but there was very little left when we 

 and our attendants had finished our meal. The firm, 

 crisp, flaky flesh would have tempted more fastidious 

 appetites. 



The upper water could not be fished, as the lower 



