APRIL 83 



" There are big trout there," said Lord 

 Stanley, brother and predecessor of the 

 present Baron of Alderley. 



We had come, one fine morning, to 

 the overflow of the lake lying between 

 his estate and that of Lord Anglesey. 

 In fact, this was the beginning of the 

 stream on which we were to have a day's 

 fishing. The water fell into a large pool, 

 upon which we were looking from the 

 bridge that carries the road to a handsome 

 homestead less than a hundred yards off. 



" You fish there for a while," he went 

 on ; "I will begin just below the bridge." 



Of course I set about doing as I was 

 bid ; but I had not much expectance. 

 To tell the truth, I had none at all. I 

 took it that my delightful friend, who 

 liked a joke, was playing some little trick. 

 The pool certainly looked very fine. 

 There was in it plenty of deep, dark, 

 wavy water. Still, it was not a pool 

 such as could be expected to have big 

 trout. The fall from the lake was so 

 great that no fish, if you except the 



