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the stone wall which runs alongside the opposite 
side of the association water, not far from the 
hotel. The other day a brother angler mentioned 
an interesting fact about this spot. At the lower 
end of the stone wall, under the first bush, there 
was a continuous rise of trout, but none ever 
seemed to be taken there, on account of an eddy 
or undercurrent which was visible only through 
strong glasses. It seemed to interfere fatally with 
the whole career of the dry fly. Just above and 
below this eddy, however, trout were caught 
all right. 
On a blank day, say when the water is out 
of order, the angler can at any rate console 
himself by seeing something of the country, 
especially if he is in a district which is new to 
him. It is not fishing, but it “fits in,” and of 
course there may be other compensations, Devon- 
shire primroses in the spring, for instance, are a 
feast for the eye. From the train, even, in April 
you may rejoice in the masses of blooms which 
cover every embankment. 
‘‘ Long as there’s a sun that sets, 
Primroses will have their glory.” 
Once an Englishman came across wild prim- 
roses in a Canadian wood; looking long at 
them, he remarked : “Now I know why I love 
England !” 
In summer, the hayfields—except for those 
who have hay-fever—are a delight. In August 
there are the golden cornfields picked out with 
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