EXPERIENCES OF SPORT. 



One day we came on a famous stream, and 

 killed not only a good basket of trout but three 

 nice little salmon also. We fished and fished, 

 little thinking of the time, and that we had 

 some nine or ten miles to go back to the cabaret, 

 when night came on us. As we were making 

 the best of our way home, we passed a large 

 farm-house on the edge of a nice-looking mill- 

 stream. Being thirsty, I entered to ask for a 

 glass of cider. The farmer, a good-humoured, 

 pleasant-looking fellow, was most hospitable, 

 and told us that there was first-rate fishing in 

 the stream, and that if we liked to remain he 

 would give us a bed and show us first-rate sport 

 on the morrow. Whether it was that the cider 

 was so good, or that we w r ere tempted to remain 

 by the sight of three very pretty girls, his 

 daughters, I know not, but we remained. These 

 said three girls were really pretty, and as they 

 all talked capital French, we got on famously. 

 Sitting under the curious old-fashioned fire-place, 

 and blowing our clouds, we made ourselves quite 

 happy and at home. 



At about eleven o'clock we turned into one of 

 the numerous bunks which line the wall. I 



