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a minute, at the time ordered by the guard 

 two o'clock. Your old fishing fare, he said ; 

 and there will be just a dish of hotch-potch, 

 a piece of salmon, and a saddle of Cheviot 

 mutton. 



Oliver. The very thing ! Is Mrs. Burn 

 attending to the hotch-potch herself? 



Landlord. That she is. Ever since you 

 praised it so much she will scarcely let the 

 girls shell the peas, or pare the turnips. 



Oliver. We intend going out in the after- 

 noon ; and I expect we shall have some 

 sport, as there is a gentle breeze of wind 

 from the south-west, and the sky is rather 

 cloudy. We will look over our tackle while 

 dinner is preparing. What kind of fly would 

 you advise, Mr. Burn ? you are an old angler 

 in Coquet, and should know something of 

 the tastes of its trouts. 



Landlord. I think you had best try the 

 black hackle and the midge-fly, first; and 

 towards evening, if you have not sport to 

 your liking with these, put on a red hackle ; 



