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the stablemen, spoke, in a tongue which 

 I took to be Welsh, a few wrathful 

 words that sent them scampering to their 

 quarters. When they emerged thence, 

 which was with no delay, I recollected 

 my instructions. The stablemen were 

 running towards us with a ladder. If I 

 hooked a trout I was to shout for a 

 ladder ! 



Soon it was placed in the pool and 

 against the parapet. Down went Lord 

 Stanley ; and as he came up again, 

 cautiously flourishing the landing-net 

 in triumph, his singularly pleasant face 

 was more even than usually lit up with 

 boyish glee. 



A strain of the slightly-unusual which 

 runs through this chapter recalls attention 

 to a problem propounded, in a letter, by 

 Mr. A. G. Bradley. "Why do certain 

 men always kill more trout in a lake, in 

 ordinary drift -fishing, where no local 

 knowledge or dodges of any kind come 



