CHAPTER IX. 



SHOOTING DUCKS ON LAKE MAGGIORE. 



AFTER having done my fishing at Constance and 

 the falls of the Rhine, my old friend Guildford Onslow 

 and I made a plan to go into Italy, and accordingly, 

 having laid our heads together as to how we should 

 get our two boats, which were, in fact, two gunning 

 punts (made under our own directions at Constance), 

 over the mountain passes to the Lakes Maggiore and 

 Como, we chartered a man and his cart and horses, 

 with an agreement to pay a certain sum when we found 

 them safe at their destination ; which we finally did. 

 Having heard that the said boats had arrived, the 

 yellow coach, of which you may have read in Down the 

 Road, pages 141 and 147, conveyed me and my family 

 to the Lake of Como, and from thence to Milan, 

 where I passed the winter. 



In the spring I took a casa di villeggiatura at a 



