PIKE AND PERCH FISHING. 113 



Further up the burn may be seen a Teal with 

 her brood; but I have no time for further ob- 

 servation, as the cry, " The float's away," is a 

 call to action. The perch for so it turns out 

 to be is soon landed. Another worm is im- 

 paled, and the float has hardly time to settle 

 when it disappears under the water. Another 

 perch, this time a bigger one. They now bite 

 quickly, and I am kept busily employed taking 

 the fish off the hook and putting on fresh 

 worms. Every fish that bites is not hooked, 

 but, this afternoon, very few get away. Some 

 time is lost with an eel that could not resist 

 the temptation of a worm dangling in the water. 

 In a short time the bag is full ; the number 

 33 I weight, 7 Ibs. The angler is now tired. 

 Sport has been fast and furious, and one soon 

 gets satiated with success. 



We stroll down the river bank. The river 

 here is wide, but not very deep, water plants 

 growing far into the stream. At a point close 

 to the bank, where the water is about two feet 



