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out benignly, the sunset gilding the sky, is it any 
wonder that Piscator, having unhooked his fish, 
and gently, proudly placed it in his creel, and at 
the moment realizing that the tobacco in his pipe 
has a pleasant flavour, does greatly enjoy the 
harvest of the quiet eye, and that the sight of a 
like landscape, some similar surroundings many 
miles away, maybe overseas, causes the old scene 
vividly to be re-pictured ? 
An angler, arrived abroad when young, may 
sometimes seek deliberately to see, in the new 
scenery, features reminding him of home—an 
endeavour which, if unaccompanied by morbidity, 
and if there is no likelihood of too much living 
in the past, is happily loyal. When I was trout 
fishing in Natal, in the meadow-land of the 
Umgeni river, a scene of hay-harvesting called to 
mind the old familiar sight of the English hay- 
field, though, of course, the presence of coloured 
labour made me quickly realize that I was in 
another clime, A valley in East Griqualand is in 
a measure suggestive of the Blackmore country ; 
hence its name, Lorna Doone glen. At Alexandria 
is a massive bridge with arches over a waterway 
near Gabbarri; something about it awakened a 
clear mental picture of the bridge at Dulverton, 
observed and taken-in on a six-days’ leave. In 
the Sudan the sight of a small boat suddenly 
brought to mind a magazine illustration of panama- 
hatted “Red Spinner ”—in a punt, roach fishing 
in a bulrush-fringed river. This illustration had 
been seen abroad, was greatly enjoyed at the 
