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7. A sausage of green rot-proof canvas. 



8. A handbag. 



9. A tea-basket (called Grandmama). 



10. A fishing- creel. 



11. A bundle of fishing-rods and other engines. 



12. A roll of rugs. 



13. A Rookee chair, in a bag of canvas 



(rot-proof). 



All this crammed to bursting-point. 



But no canary and no bicycle. Nor any dog. 



Numbers 4 to 13 incommoded us within, or 

 crowded the roof and the box seat. Numbers 

 2 and 3 travelled behind us in a luggage cart. 

 The harp, in the harp-case, closed the procession 

 on a milk-float. 



Few people travel with a harp. This accounts 

 for the prosperity of Mr. Cook, Dr. Lunn and 

 other convenient gentlemen. 



Harps are provided in Heaven. Otherwise 

 there would be no orchestra. 



The cost of appeasing porters when travelling 

 with one of these instruments explains the dimen- 

 sions of the Hebrew variety. This is an unworthy 

 sneer at an admirable race. It is the fault of the 

 harp. I am at my worst just after the thing has 

 accompanied me on a journey. To-morrow it will 

 be taken out and strung up and played, and then I 

 shall love it again. In this in nothing else it 



