50 In Pursuit of the Trout 



upon a shelf, which it dinted and battered ; 

 then one more frantic leap, and it thundered 

 on to a rock harder than itself, and burst 

 into innumerable fragments. 



As we found Demons Dale so we left it, 

 slumbering. Lingeringly we retraced our 

 footsteps to the outer world, driving home to 

 Bakewell by Ashford, and through noble 

 Chatsworth Park ; our creel was empty, but 

 we did not think that we had gone forth to 

 angle quite in vain. 



