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cast once more upon the ripples. It was 

 the Sand Fly ; and although, the weather 

 being chiU, the insect had not appeared, 

 the time was ripe and the trout had 

 been expecting it. 



Coming from a person who essays to 

 discourse on Angling, this will seem a 

 confession of ignorance ; and so it is. It 

 will be thought that he should have known 

 when the Sand Fly was due ; and so he 

 should. Still, he has something to say 

 for himself. The little incident is four 

 years old. Besides, there never has been, 

 and there is not yet, a man who is all- 

 wise in the craft of angling. The most 

 we can hope to do is to enrich our lore 

 by observation and reflection ; and to 

 the accomplishment of this purpose un- 

 expected incidents such as that which has 

 just been narrated contribute greatly. 

 At least, they are capable of doing so. 

 They would do so if one remembered 

 them, thought about them, and inter- 

 preted them ; but some of us consider 

 them "pure flukes," or freaks on the 



