CHAPTER IV. 



CONGER EEL FISHING AT JERSEY. 



RIGHT little Jersey, isle of beauty 

 and pleasure, pic-nics, balls, festive 

 luncheons, dinners, suppers, and 

 quiet flirtations can I forget them ? 

 Never ! the last decidedly never. And here I 

 was, after years of absence, returning to the scenes- 

 of my youth ; to Jersey, to some of my old pur- 

 suits, old companions, and old flames (if I should 

 find them there, and still single). I had been at 

 school in the island, but robbing orchards was 

 beyond me now. The principal object of my 

 return was to have a fishing bout with my old 

 friend the conger eel. Oftentimes watching the 

 boats return from off the French coast, Guern- 

 sey, and the Isle of Serk, had I looked and 



