CHAPTER II 



DOWN THE DALES FROM BERESFORD AND THE FISHING 

 HOUSE TO THE STEPPING STONES, AND FAREWELL! 



" And some delight it is the while, 

 Though nature now does weep in rain, 



To think that I have seen her smile, 

 And haply may I do again." 



CHARLES COTTON. 



Tuesday, October ith. 



HAVE now been here a week, 

 and during the whole of the time 

 the weather has been abominable 

 as bad for fishing as it could 

 be the wind always blowing down stream, 

 howling round rocky corners, and more fre- 

 quently than not accompanied by scudding 

 showers ; really fishing has been a farce ; but we 

 murmur not ! 



By way of diversifying our incessant labours 



