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not for one moment admitting that he had the 

 right to kill me even if I had been a trifle out of 

 the exact centre of the narrow road. And so, 

 each one quite convinced that the other was in 

 the wrong, he backed up by his groom, and I by 

 my invalid, we started on our several ways we 

 with a broken spring, and he, I am sure, with a 

 saddened conscience, for he seemed to be a 

 gentleman. Subsequently he did me the honour 

 of calling upon me, but I was not at home. I 

 am told on all hands that he is a very pleasant, 

 genial young gentleman, but it must be owned 

 that the way we met was not conducive to 

 geniality or good temper. 



Another day in pursuit of the game of fish- 

 ing found me away up in Breconshire at a 

 place called The Three Cocks, a well-known 

 junction of the Midland and Cambrian Railways. 

 Here I was told was some grand trout-fishing to 

 be had. I inquired wherever I could, but 

 could only learn that whatever fishing there was 

 was strictly preserved. I found a lovely little 

 stream running a meadow or two below the 

 station ; the name, I think, is the Llunvy, or as 

 one called it, Aberlunvy. This I was told was 

 a good trout stream. The part I examined for 



