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member to have seen sporting in so diminutive a 
stream. Wordsworth’s description, which so much 
amused Byron and his friends in former days, would 
exactly suit it :— 
“T measured it from side to side, 
*Twas two feet deep and three feet wide.” 
Boulders and fragments of rock were considerately 
thrown across its bed at short intervals, to increase 
its volume and give a wider playground to its tiny 
inmates. In the churros or merry little pools caused 
by these obstructions, almost any number of small 
trout might be caught of a morning with a grub or 
worm. A stone causeway ran along its margin for 
the accommodation of royal feet, when it so pleased 
them to go a-fishing. A diplomatic friend amused 
himself in the regal way ; but it was dull work after 
all to pull up a troutling at every other cast. Fly- 
fishing was impracticable from the extreme brightness 
of the water and clearness of the atmosphere. I had, 
therefore, only to look on in compassionate silence at 
this specimen of royal angling, and think of a bounding 
skiff, a stiff breeze, and the drake just released from 
his pupal prison starting on his first flight from the 
crest of a swelling wave on the Inniel or the Sheeling. 
Larger trout, I was informed, were to be found in 
the reservoir which fed the famous fountain of Za 
‘Granja, hard by. This was a pretty tarn called Ei. 
Mar, in the grandiloquence of the Castilian, remark- 
