50 ANGLING REMINISCENCES. 



his muzzle. Bring the pitcher to this side, and be 

 ready to start, boys. Now for it ! 



SWIVELTOP and MAY-FLY empty the 

 water-tub on the GAUGER. 



Exciseman. Ugh! d n it! What the mis- 

 chiefs here? blast them! Wat, Rab, ye deil's 

 taed-eaters! whar hae ye gane, ye gude for nae- 

 things? Ugh! Ye'll get it, as shure 's I'm a born 

 man. Ugh! ugh! 



Exeunt. 



Another Part of the River. 



Enter LEISTER and OTTER. 



Otter. The evening is a delicious one. How 

 lightly across our favourite pool steals the dew- 

 winged zephyr! The late shower seems just to 

 have ambered the water, and no more. It is in the 

 loveliest of trims. Not a trout keeps its shelter, 

 save two or three of the largest, and these also will 

 soon be astir after their food. I prefer much the 

 arching boughs of this oak-tree to the coffin of a 

 room we have just left, with all its roaring jollity 

 and good-fellowship. 



Leister. Ay, Tom, 'tis the winning side of the 



