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half a pound of goose-grease, under the name 

 .of his favorite ointment, received half a 

 sovereign in return for the valuable present. 

 Reed. He was certainly one of the strangest 

 anglers I ever met with, and one of the easiest 

 pleased. If he happened to catch three or 

 four small trouts that would hardly serve for 

 supper to a cat, he was the happiest man 

 alive, and kept running about like a hen 

 with egg, showing them to every one that 

 he knew. The first time I saw him at work 

 was one burning hot day, just about noon, 

 when there was not a cloud in the sky, nor 

 a breath of air stirring. He had his hat 

 off, and was making his line sweep across 

 the water as if he was thrashing for a 

 wager. He had on his line a large salmon 

 hook, dressed with silk, peacock's feathers, 

 and tinsel, to about the size of a king-fisher, 

 to imitate, as he said, the large dragon-fly. 

 He had read somewhere that such was a 

 likely fly for large fish, and he was trying to 

 hook a few whitlings he was about as likely 

 to catch cod. 



