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each other out of the way, like a shoal of minnows, and 

 contend for a fraction of worm, although half of the hook 

 may be exposed a fact which forcibly shows the bold 

 and unsuspicious nature of the unsophisticated trout. 



The only station from which the angler can reach 

 the College and the mountain becks is Wooler, from 

 whence his best plan is to walk eight miles across the 

 moors to Southern Knowe, a lone shepherd's house 

 standing on its banks, and as high up the water as 

 there is any good fishing to be had. Between this and 

 Newton Bridge, about five or six miles below, the 

 angler will find ample space and excellent water for a 

 long day's sport. And if he can succeed in inducing as 

 many troutikins to enter the hole in the lid of his creel 

 as I have done on several occasions, he will be apt to 

 magnify into ten or a dozen the six miles of road 

 between Kirk-Newton and Wooler, where he'll have 

 relish enough for that eternally tough beefsteak, and 

 its tender spouse, Bass's Pale Ale. 



THE TWEED. 



Having now disposed of % all the rivers in Northum- 

 berland worthy of notice, we hail with delight the 

 " bonnie Tweed," indisputably the queen of British 

 rivers in the eyes of the angler. It would be a piece of 

 presumption in me to attempt to describe its beauties, 

 which have been so often sung by many an inspired 

 pen. Suffice it to say, that from its fountain among 

 the Peeblesshire Fells to Berwick-upon-Tweed, the 



