CHAPTER VI. 



" Away to the brook, 



All your tackle out-look, 

 Here's a day that is worth a year's wifhing. 



See that all things be right, 



For 'twould be a fpite 

 To want tools when a man goes a-fifhing." 



COTTON. 



deficits. 



H ERE we are at laft, Pifcator, em- 

 barked in this " SbaMus" of 

 yours, which of all vehicles I have 

 ever ventured in, rattles over the 

 ruts and ridges in the fineft pofii- 

 ble ftyle. Whatever benefit it may confer on the 

 digeftive organs is, I can feelingly confefs, at the 

 coft of confiderable bumping and thumping of the 

 outward man. 



I fcarcely ever enter a machine of this kind 

 without chuckling over an adventure that befell me 

 many years ago at Oxford. I had engaged to ftart 



