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with him at his home at Guildford. Curiously 

 enough, though often engaged in writing 

 about fish and fishing, and familiar with 

 Mr. Andrews' methods and work, I had 

 never been fortunate enough to meet him. 

 I therefore made a point of starting early 

 from Waterloo in order to get as long a 

 day as possible at Haslemere and Guildford. 

 Even the journey by rail from London to 

 Haslemere, at least during the last ten miles 

 or so, is a treat. Tiny copses alternate 

 with green meadows j sweet villages nestle 

 on either side of the line and amidst the 

 pleasant hills of Hants and Surrey. A fly 

 was waiting at Haslemere station, which con- 

 veyed me along a road, or call it a lane, such 

 as only the South of England can show. In 

 the tall, straggling hedges grew profusely the 

 wild-roses, those most delicate of blossoms, 

 which, like Shelley's narcissi, when gathered 

 and made a nosegay of, seem to ' die of their 

 own dear loveliness.' 



Out of this shady road-lane led a woodland 

 path, and here, waiting for me, was the 



