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CHAPTER V. 



TWO BIG PIKE. 



"Arcades ambo." 



OxE morning in the beginning of October the 

 post brought me the following letter : 



" Tarlt07i Park. 

 "Dear J—, 



" I am going over to Siston Pond on Thursday 

 to fish for jack ; there are plenty of fish, and Abia has 

 caught a splendid lot of gudgeon and dace this afternoon 

 for bait, so come over early to breakfast, and bring your 

 old fisherman if you can, and I will drive you over. I 

 think we shall have a good day. 



" Yours ever, 



"W. H. E." 



Accordingly, the early morning of that day, 

 which was rather foggy, found me in the dog- 

 cart with my rods and tackle, and old Robert, 

 my old fisherman, by my side. He was the 

 town postman, who had found some one to 

 take his delivery for the day. As Robert had 



