CHAPTER IV 



SOME JUNE DAYS ON THE CHESS, 1908 



June days on the Chess Big trout flopping about Great 

 expectations The master says, " Don't be too san- 

 guine ! " We tried them We fished up and down 

 No result ' ' What fools you two-legged creatures 

 are ! " I threw a stone at him in a rage A record 

 fish The May fly An old-fashioned Chess trout 

 "The Rosebery" performs wonders A flabby two- 

 pounder Grasp your nettle. 



June i. Never did a Tityrus piping beneath 

 the branches of a wide-spreading beech be- 

 hold a prettier scene than that which is 

 spread out before me this evening, as I am 

 now sitting on a rustic bench as singular 

 and interesting a scene as any one may care 

 to see. "Is this," I said to myself, " a bit 

 of the same old England that I lived in only 

 four weeks ago ? Surely not ! " Then the 



bare branches of oaks and elms and beeches 

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