110 ANGLING. 



Eirst of Yorkshire. This is an extensive county, and embraces 

 many rivers, some of which are good fishing streams, and some of 

 no use in this > respect whatever. Wherever manufactures are 

 extensively carried on, the streams are of little use to the angler. 

 The waters become turbid, variable, and unhealthy for the support 

 of piscatory existence. There is a considerable portion of the 

 waters in this part of England well fitted for bottom-fishing. 

 There are dull and torpid running waters that fall into that great 

 estuary called the Humber, where there are plenty of fish of a 

 certain kind always to be had ; such as pike, the perch, eels, and 

 the like. But the salmon and trout fishing in such spots is 

 scarcely worth mentioning ; and certainly not of such a character 

 as to induce anglers to visit them from any great distance. 



To fish the best portion of the trout streams in Yorkshire, the 

 angler should not throw a line till he gets north of the city of 

 York. He may, in the early portion of the season, obtain a few 

 trout in the upper waters of the Derwent, above Malton ; in the Dove, 

 the Hodgebeck, the Costin, the Rical, and tile Black River; but he 

 cannot, with any certainty calculate on success. In fact, these 

 streams are more fitted for bait-fishing, than for fly ; but whatever 

 trout are obtained from them, are often both of good size and rich 

 flavour. Small flies must in general be used, and fine tackle 

 likewise. 



The higher waters of the Ribble, the Swale, and the Wharf e, 

 afford the best trout fishing. The first river enters the sea in the 

 Solway^irth at Preston, in Lancashire, but in its course through 

 Yorkshire, it is a fine trout stream, and where both the salmon and 

 salmon-trout can be occasionally taken with the fly. Indeed, the 

 waters have great local celebrity ; as the following song, which we 

 believe has never been published at any great distance from its 

 birthplace, does in some measure testify : 



ON THE RIVER RIBBLE, IN LANCASHIRE. 



" By Kibble's stream Til pass my days, 



If wishes aught avail ; 

 Eor all that anglers want or praise 

 Is found in Eibblesdale. 



"Here, heath-clad hills and caverned dells, 



And rocks and rills prevail, 

 And sylvan glens and fairy cells, 

 Abound in Ribblesdale. 



" Impetuous gushing waterfalls 



The startling ear assail, 

 While each impending crag appals 

 The eye in lUbblesdale. 



