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Fly-FiJhing. 



and dead, fail by at leaft a hundred knots an hour, 

 and yet, no fooner does the right one come, than 

 up dames the tyrant from below, and takes in the 

 favourite morfel as eafily as if he were in fome ftill, 

 unruffled deep. 



One good fifh only I managed to hook in the 

 neighbourhood of one of thefe large ftones in the 

 Grwyne Fawr. I faw his white belly for an in- 

 ftant, when he took a fancy to my fecond fly ; 

 and the next moment up fprings the gentleman 

 with the fpeckled robe into the air, as if he meant 

 to fly as well as fwim. Oh ! thinks I, if I can 

 but land you fafe and found, how I mail chuckle 

 over my more fkilful brother below. Now he 

 makes his head, as if he would make off the odious 

 barb a real fneckbend, my friend, it wont do : 

 now he defcends to the bottom, and pulls with all 

 his might and main ! Well in hand though I have 

 you, you are a noble fellow, and will beat me yet ! 

 By all that's unfortunate, and fo he has ! That vile 

 gut gave way in the laft death-ftruggle ; and all I 

 have to do, I conclude, is to take my good brother's 

 advice, and not lofe my temper, though I have 

 loft my fifh. 



Here I am, however, at our meeting-place ex- 

 actly at four, with two or three under fifty trout 



