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year, with a keen north-westerly wind across and 

 a little down. A few little pale duns were going 

 down, being beaten by the wind into and among 

 the bays along the opposite bank, where they 

 dodged in and out among the flags. Three trout, 

 and three only, could I find moving, and they were 

 taking every dun which went over them. I tried 

 Little Marryat, Medium Olive, Flight's Fancy, 

 Ginger Quill, and Red Quill, in vain. In fact I 

 put all three down. But they meant feeding, and 

 were soon going again. It was the last day of a 

 seven-day visit. I had so far forty-six trout, and 

 I wanted to round off the fifty. I put up as 

 an experiment a tiny dotterel hackle, tied with 

 primrose tying silk in the true Stewart style, not 

 with the fibres radiating from the head, but palmer- 

 wise for halfway down the body. The trout had it 

 at the very first offer, and was duly landed. I went 

 on to the next, and got him almost immediately. 

 The third, for some reason, had no use for Dotterel 

 duns, but the moment I covered him with a Tup's 

 Indispensable he slashed it, and joined the other 

 two in my creel. I looked in vain for a fourth, and 

 there was no evening rise, so I had to leave off 

 with but forty-nine of my fifty. But for the 

 wet fly, I am convinced I should have had to 

 content myself with the single brace which the 

 morning rise had brought me, and that would 

 have been a disappointing ending to a good seven 

 days. 



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