Fly-Fijhing. 



den the trout I had hold of feemed to have grown 

 marvelloufly in weight. Such a fplutter too as there 

 was in the water, and fuch a fight as I had it really 

 quite aftonifhed me. Till lo ! after a minute or 

 two I fucceeded in landing not the trout only 

 I had firft hooked, but another alfo and not only 

 two trout, but a roach into the bargain. The 

 three fifh together weighed rather more than a 

 pound. 



Old Soldier. I have often hooked three laft- 

 fprings at a throw, but never came up to that. 

 But flop, fir, if I'm not miftaken, I've run a large 

 fifh. 



Clericus. Do give him plenty of time. 



Old Soldier. He's in no hurry to move, and 

 feems to take it rather coolly. 



Clericus. Are you fure he has not left you ? 



Old Soldier. Yes. I can juft feel him bufy at 

 the bait. Now he begins to move quietly away. 

 There, my friend, now I have you fafe enough. 



Clericus. He bends that huge rod like an ofier. 

 How the reel whizzes ! Have a care or he'll 

 break you. He doesn't feem inclined to fhow him- 

 felf to the vulgar gaze ; no bounding into the air 

 with him, like a trout or falmon. 



Old Soldier. He's a very heavy fifh, I'm fure ; 



