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only add about that Carisbrooke Fishing Club 

 I envy the members, and only wish I were 

 one of them, which, alas, can never be, on 

 account of distance, old age, and its attendant 

 infirmities. 



We reached Newport Station in time for the 

 7.45 train. The station was crammed with 

 people returning from the Review and people 

 going to see the Illumination of the Fleet. In 

 three-quarters of an hour we got into our train 

 and were off. " Heyho, grandpa ! " says Master 

 Bob, "did you see that flash of lightning ?" 



Thenceforward till we reached Sandown the 

 whole island was now and then lighted up with 

 sheet lightning. We congratulated ourselves 

 that we were safe for Sandown, and in fact we 

 reached our station all right. There we found 

 another great crowd, and after that the deluge. 

 There we were, within half a mile of home, 

 unable to move out. It was as if a water spout 

 had burst over that particular station ; the rush 

 of water off the roofs on to the rails was like the 

 falls of Lodore or a small Niagara. The crowd 

 was increased by the arrival of two more trains. 

 " Just the weather for fishermen," we were told. 

 " This is just what I hope and trust his Majesty 



