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Hopper. Now, fellow anglers, have you ever been 

 chubbing? If not, take friendly counsel of Mr. Hopper and 

 another mate of his called Bowlingreen Twynkles. What a 

 funny name ! you will exclaim ; but still it's right. His father's 

 name was, as you will guess, Twynkles, and as his mother was 

 a direct lineal descendant of that famous naval commander who 

 was once engaged, shortly before a naval encounter, in playing 

 a game of bowls, his parents fastened upon him the ever- 

 endearing name of " Bowlingreen " as his Christian name. Now 

 Twynkles is a grand fisherman, and as he had never fished the 

 Trent friend Brown said " Let's go chubbing to-morrow." 

 "What's chubbing?" said Twynkles. "Oh; I'll show you 

 to-morrow," said Brown, and, he added, " The river's grand 

 for chubbing." Mr. Hopper suggested it was also grand 

 for a bit of bream fishing. " Nonsense, man alive," says 

 Brown, " too much colour and too high." Twynkles and 

 Mr. Hopper submitted to friend Brown's superior judgment, 

 and, being October, it was arranged to leave at half-past eight 

 next morning. Punctual to time, up river, Twynkles, Brown, 

 and Mr. Hopper started. Brown towed, and then Mr. Hopper 

 towed, whilst Twynkles calmly guided the boat from the stern 

 and smoked his calumet. Now Messrs. Twynkles and Hopper 

 each have patience, but the stock began to be drawn on when at 

 a quarter to eleven the latter mildly inquired of Brown when 

 the " chubbing " was going to commence. " Not yet," says 

 Brown. So we proceeded until a quarter past eleven. Twynkles 

 ventured to hazard a question if we were nearly there. " Soon 

 be there," said Brown. " You see that big chimney and the 

 mill beyond ? no good starting ' chubbing ' until we get there." 

 Twynkles sighed, looked in despair at Mr. Hopper, and cast a 

 withering glance at Brown on the bank. Presently Brown 

 said, "That's Sutton church there on the right." "Is it?" 

 said Twynkles. " Is that where you chub ? " " No," says 

 Brown, "a bit further yet." Twelve o'clock came, and Mr. 

 Hopper inquired how far the mill was away. " About a mile 

 or a mile and a half," says Brown. " Well," says Mr. 

 Hopper, " that means another hour, and the best part of the 



