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and will shortly be eaten cold; his weight 

 was i Ib. 8 oz. 



Impossible to fish in this broiling sun, I will 

 recline on yonder bench under the old yew, 

 and survey the gorgeous scene around me. I 

 am not going to spoil it by an attempt to 

 paint it in words. See yonder little wagtail 

 be quiet, Bobs ; take your nose away. I'm 

 off to the land of dreams ! 



Now comes tea on the lawn, to rouse me 

 out of a pleasant dream about big rainbows 

 and natives, and now, almost without warn- 

 ing, comes a strong, cold north-east wind. 

 Thunder still rumbling in the distance. No 

 more rise. No more fishing to-day. 



June 5. Helas, my last day ! The master 

 had gone to town, and I was left to my own 

 devices. I strolled down the river, rod in 

 hand. Wind, cool from north; no rise; sat 

 down by the pool ; saw two or three Chess 

 trout beginning to move about languidly as 

 if they would not mind taking something if 

 it dropped into their mouths. I put on a 

 May Fly called the Rosebery. One of the 

 Chess fellows, after dodging round it for a 

 bit ? took it just gingerly between his lips, and 



