FROM SPRING TO FALL. 



from the river into the tumbling bay I have men- 

 tioned, they were harried out of it as quickly as 

 possible. The bay being only a deep basin like a 

 pool, surrounded on all sides, the rest of the fish 

 had not much room to get away from their de- 

 stroyers. Not only that — it was not what they 

 swallowed, but the bites these gave the large fish, 

 that were far too large for them to dream of pouch- 

 ing, that were to be deprecated. 



All anglers — and \vc hope some of our readers fish 

 — know how they feel when they see a good trout, 

 dace, or roach with a piece bitten out of him. The 

 bite shows white under water as the fish swims 

 about ; and after a time fungoid growth appears, 

 and the fish dies, covered with a film that looks 

 like thick mildew. When this is the case, night- 

 lines are set, baited with fish from different waters 

 — namely, goldfish — and the pike are captured as 

 a rule, but at times exceptions occur. Night-lines 

 or trimmers require looking after very early in the 

 morning. We have started at two o'clock in early 

 summer — this was long before the present restric- 

 tions were in force — for a six miles' walk to reach 

 this very pool. As we had permission, we could 



