THE THIRD DAY. 

 CHAPTER IX. 



FLY-FISHING, IN WINDY WEATHER, BEST IN THE STILL-DEEPS. 



Pise. A. good day to you, sir ; I see you will always be 

 stirring before me. 



Fiat. "Why, to tell you the truth, I am so allured with 

 the sport I had yesterday, that I long to be at the river 

 again; and when I heard the wind sing in my chamber- 

 window, could forbear no longer, but leapt out of bed, 

 and had just made an end of dressing myself, as you 

 came in. 



Pise. Well, I am both glad you are so ready for the day, 

 and that the day is so fit for you. And look you, I have 

 made you three or four flies this morning ; this silver-twist 

 hackle, this bear's dun, this light brown, and this dark 

 brown, any of which I dare say will do ; but you may try 

 them all, and see which does best : only I must ask your 

 pardon that I cannot wait upon you this morning, a little 

 business being fallen out, that for two or three hours will 

 deprive me of your company ; but I'll come and call you 

 home to dinner, and my man shall attend you. 



Viat. Oh sir, mind your affairs by all means. Do but 

 lend me a little of your skill to these fine flies, and, unless it 



