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where grayling predominate, the trout as surely decrease. 
The river next flows past the villages of Grassington and 
Burnsall; at the latter place another angling association 
has been formed, which preserves a fine stretch of water. 
Here grayling abound, and attain a good size, so that the 
flyfisher has variety in his sport, though his pannier at the 
close of the day may not contain so many trout as it perhaps 
might do on the Kilnsey length. The day tickets on the 
Burnsall water are issued by the landlord of the “Red 
Lion” Inn, at a charge of 5s. per day; the secretary of 
the club, Mr. C. J. Critchley, of Ilkley, will readily supply 
any further information respecting the rules, etc. We 
next approach what is justly considered the most beautiful 
portion of Wharfedale, viz., Barden Tower, Bolton Woods, 
and the far-famed ruins of Bolton Abbey. One of the many 
delights that are known to the flyfisher is the beautiful 
English scenery that his favourite sport leads him to, and 
here indeed he will find it in all its varying forms, for I can 
say, without any fear of contradiction, that there are few 
beauty spots in England that can rival Bolton Woods 
viewed in early spring, when the tender green buds are 
bursting into life, and its many dells and coppices are 
resonant with the twittering of feathered songsters, when 
the mossy banks are stellated with clusters of primroses, 
wood anemones, and violets, and when the river, swollen 
by recent rains, thunders over the moss-clad rocks, the 
whole force of its current rushing through a narrow passage 
about four feet in width, where in days gone by, tradition 
states that young Romilly, the “Boy of Egremond,” met 
with an untimely death whilst attempting to leap the 
chasm with a leash of hounds. 
“He sprang in glee, for what cared he 
That the river was strong, and the rocks were steep? 
But the greyhounds in the leash hung back, 
And checked him in his leap, 
