100 HUNTING FOR FISHING 



started off to look at it. Looking over the 

 parapet of the bridge I saw a fish rise close 

 under the bank, and lower down many others 

 rise in quick succession. " I'll have that fish 

 to-morrow," said I to Jack, "be he trout or 

 grayling." This being only an exploring ex- 

 pedition we foolishly left our tackle behind us. 

 Where these fish were rising happened to be 

 just the head of a strictly preserved bit of water. 

 Satisfied we were, however, that we had at last 

 found a splendid trout stream ; we returned to 

 the inn, had a famous lunch of bread and cheese 

 and beer not a chop to be had without send- 

 ing three or four miles to the neighbouring 

 town. We vowed, in spite of wind or weather, 

 to be there with all our destructive implements, 

 and we ordered dinner to be ready at one 

 o'clock next day to the minute; our plucky 

 little mare brought us safely home after a twenty- 

 four miles' round, quite unconscious that she 

 had got the same work to do next day. 



Punctual to the minute, however, we next 

 day reached the Red Lion. Dinner was on the 

 table in no time a dinner, I assure you, which 

 none of your royal anglers would have scorned. 

 The landlady of this little roadside inn apolo- 



