SEDGE FLIES— TR/CHOPTER A. 51 



As a rule the northern specimens are darker than 

 those taken from more southerly rivers. 



The caddis flies recall many captures of large 

 baskets of fine trout on the Eden and other northern 

 rivers with the bustard. We are aware that the 

 modern dry fly man may turn up his nose at such 

 practices, but, I can assure him, that to be alone on a 

 dark night in a wild region, on a river with which one 

 is only partially familiar even in daylight, is a 

 weird experience ; the cry of the curlew, the mournful 

 plaint of the peewits, the rasping call of the landrail, 

 the woeful shriekino- and hootingf of the owls, the 

 whirring of the night-jars, and the calls of numberless 

 other birds, to say nothing of the unexpected bark of 

 a fox, or a splash of an otter, are calculated to make a 

 lasting impression on even the most stolid. 



Then the mist rises, sounds gradually die away, 

 the light shimmers on the water, and in a very short 

 time the green and gold, pink and crimson of sunrise 

 appear, and larks, blackbirds, thrushes, and other 

 songsters burst into a psean of praise, the mystery has 

 disappeared, and there only remain a few short hours 

 of coolness before the heat of another summer day. 



Again the day draws to a close, and a wild head- 

 long rise takes place, not a placid dimpling, but an 

 eager haste to absorb something as yet unseen. 



By very careful watching and examination it may 

 be found that there are thousands of minute trichoptera 

 skating about on the water ; at such times a small 

 imitation of patterns 58, 59, or 60 will be found 



