EASY-CHAIR MEMORIES 6 I 



destructive animal after all! I must get on 

 with my fishing. 



I may so far localise the part of the Itchen 

 to which destiny and the South-Western Rail- 

 way brought Piscator Major and me on Friday 

 (ryth May) as to say that it lies between Aires- 

 ford on the one hand and Winchester on the 

 other. 



We are here in very comfortable " diggings," 

 which, for want of other distinction, I have 

 called the " House that Jack built." On the 

 Saturday morning before Whit Sunday we 

 found that Jack Frost, in the garden of this 

 picturesque old house, had destroyed the 

 gushing hopes of many a young potato by 

 nipping it in the bud. This morning the wind 

 has fixed itself, as usual, in the north-east. 



-Ah, bitter cold it was ! 



The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold." 

 Old anglers tell us, now we have arrived 

 here, to pack up at once and go home by first 

 train, and come again in better weather. That 

 advice does not quite synchronise with our 

 own feelings, so we don't take it. On the 

 contrary, armed as we were at all points, we 

 started that is, Piscator and I (and the keeper 



