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An English Stream. 



trees, at certain hours of the day, and are very active 

 in the purling runs at other times. Here I cross a 

 little wooden bridge, and proceeding downward on the 

 other side, I find my good friend, Will Hartley, with 

 his angle, fishing as is his wont. I bid him good day, 

 and ask him how he is getting on. 



" Oh, pretty well, thank 'ee" he cries, turning round ; 



"can't expec' much — the water do be too clear 'ere- 

 abouts to-day, we want some little bit o' rain to darken 

 it afore we can hope for much o' sport. But I alius 

 say as the fisherman's constitutional is in patient 

 waitin', and so we mun just wait." I ask him how his 

 friend, Joe Timmins, the keeper is. "Well," he says, 

 " I hear from his goodwife this mornin', as he do feel a 



