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BROADLAND SPORT 



Pulling out the mooring stakes we row down the river 

 some half-mile or more, to a place where the stream divides, 

 and the entrance to a backwater gives us hopes of better 

 sport. Moving some five or six yards from the rand, fortune 





BOBBING AT NIGHT. 



is once more tempted in a similar manner to that before 

 described, and on this occasion with more success. 



For ten minutes we sit with very poor luck, and are 

 discussing the advisability of leaving for another quarter, 

 when the eels commence to bite. Not only do they bite, 

 but they seem to hang with a pertinacity which is astonish- 

 ing. Often we have to drop the bobs several times upon 

 the bottom boards before they can be induced to let go, 

 and two at a time is by no means uncommon. On several 



