6 AN ANGLER AT LARGE 



There was Ottley Down on the right. By 

 springing across the fly I was just in time to see 

 the chimneys of Little Ottley House, and, to their 

 left, the White Poplars at the lower end of the 

 water. Here the horse's head got in my way, and 

 in order to catch my first glimpse of the Little 

 Ottley Chalk Pit, I had to tread once more upon 

 my wife's feet, only as they were by this time 

 curled up on the seat beside her, I didn't. In 

 taking my head in from viewing the chalk-pit, 

 so that I might get over to where I could obtain 

 a sight of the Hanging Wood, I knocked my hat 

 off into the mud and the fly had to halt. I re- 

 covered my hat, sadly bewrayed, and as I climbed 

 in, " Never mind," said I to my wife, " I won't 

 want it for three months, thank Heaven ! " With 

 these words I sat down on the Spanish Jug. 



This utensil should have been mentioned in my 

 list. But it is too late now. I give it a place to 

 itself. 



14. A Spanish Jug. 



The history of the Spanish Jug. 



In the Spring of this present year my wife told 

 me that I wished to write a novel whose theatre 

 should be Spain. I was very glad to hear this, 

 because I knew how much she desired to visit that 

 country. 



After an interval we were in Madrid. 



