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strained to its utmost capacity, postponing 

 our departure till the last train. 



To all appearance, Tuesday promised to be 

 a duplicate of Monday. Wind in the same 

 unhappy quarter, except that now and then 

 it veered round to the north, then it blew 

 straight down the stream with considerable 

 vigour. Dry-fly fishing is then not easy work. 

 The same flies came up at the same hour ; 

 we fished with the same imitations, and 

 what did the trout say to us? Why, once 

 again they gave our imitations the preference. 

 Why they should do one thing one day and 

 just the opposite the next day is to my un- 

 tutored mind rather inexplicable. The end of 

 it was that I rose many, I hooked many, I lost 

 many, and I finished up with a satisfactory 

 residuum in my bag. 



There was one trout in particular that afforded 

 me much amusement and considerable trouble. 

 He was close under my bank, in a little cove 

 formed by weeds in a half circle, surrounding 

 him on two sides but leaving an opening to- 

 wards me, in a space perhaps a foot in diameter. 

 He rose continually at everything that came 



over that little cove. Being on my own side, 



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