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landing some, to say nothing of the many waifs 

 and strays, it may be imagined that these two 

 hours flew by with frantic speed. Then the 

 rise fell off suddenly, and for hours we watched 

 and watched in vain. 



Sunday, iqth May. Dies non for fishing. (A 

 beautiful church close at hand.) 



Monday ', 2oth May. A day in many respects 

 like Saturday, wind always in the same quarter, 

 an occasional shower, an intermittent rise in 

 the morning, improving till one o'clock, con- 

 tinuing till three, and then ceasing altogether, 

 but somehow, cast as we would, change our 

 imitations as we might, we could not get a rise 

 a perversity which no one can explain. Trout 

 rising all round you, but treating your own lure 

 with absolute indifference. Even Piscator, who 

 is as good a hand as one here and there, did 

 little or nothing that he could boast of. 

 Madame Piscatrix walked and fished and fished 

 and walked for miles, and threw her flies with 

 graceful accuracy even she, although hooking 

 several, landed none. At the end of this 

 tantalising, aggravating day, all we had to 

 show was a brace or two in Piscator's bag. 



Tuesday, 2\st May, being our last day, we 



