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V. CHIEFLY ABOUT GRAYLING, ALSO A DAY'S FISHING 

 ON THE ANCHOLME. 



IN Mr. Hopper's last series of angling notes he endeav- 

 oured to pourtray Bobbingmoon's intense excitement 

 over the salmon's near leap into our boat. It was 

 certainly an allowable excitement, as the little village which we 

 annually make our fishing resort is certainly quiet and "far 

 from the madding crowd's ignoble strife." Bobbingmoon can 

 manage to exist a couple of days there if the fish are biting, but 

 there is not enough " go " there for Mrs. Bobbingmoon. She 

 did once pay us a visit there, but she ironically declared that 

 the place was altogether too "fast" for her, and that if she 

 remained there a week the late hours and amount of society 

 would be the death of her. Mrs. Hopper was at first inclined 

 to agree with her, but with a little management Mr. Hopper 

 can now coax her into a fortnight's stay there every year with 

 the little Hoppers. Witchdorter thinks the resort a perfect 

 elysium, but so long as he can lie in a boat with his hat over 

 his eyes in the broiling sun and with a pipe in his mouth he is in 

 perfect happiness. The little Witchdorters out-number the 

 little Hoppers, and are altogether too numerous a colony to 

 translate to the happy village, so Mrs. Witchdorter has hitherto 

 remained at home to take care of the little Witchdorters during 

 their paternal's absence. But to talk of the little Witchdorters, 

 the Hopper olive branches, and Bobbingmoon's better half is 

 not angling talk, so the writer will rake up other experiences and 

 reminiscences. 



One more word about Trent salmon. Mr. Hopper has 

 never heard of one being caught with the artificial fly, but 

 they are sometimes taken with the worm when bottom 

 fishing for bream and barbel. Last year a gentleman of Mr. 

 Hopper's acquaintance was fishing in the Trent from a flat- 

 bottomed punt (one-third at each end of the punt being boarded 



