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waters, where fish are few and far between, 

 it is not from lack of skill alone that we 

 in Brittany do not maintain the strict 

 tenets and traditions of the Test ; yet 

 there is charm in this fishing despite its 

 blank days, and for these the witchery of 

 the Breton landes can make amends. 



Here is an open country teeming with 

 brooks and pleasant rivers, which invite 

 our expectant footsteps and offer an infinite 

 variety. If one day we expect nothing, 

 it is likely we shall not be disappointed ; 

 but there is always the to-morrow, with 

 its fresh brookside leading on by boiling 

 pool and golden stickle through lush- 

 flowered meadows to further rivers yet un- 

 known. And there is always the fair hope 

 that some day we shall arrive at a place, as 

 yet unexplored, to find good fish strongly 

 feeding and our own pet fly dimpling the 

 water. 



Meanwhile, it will be wise to discount 

 many stories told in Breton inns. There 

 are good baskets to be made in this country 

 if only we have the time and patience to 

 find them for ourselves. As a rule, the 

 miller's four-pound trout below the dam 



