KINSHIP WITH THE ARTS 15 



his own, Charlie illustrated on Loch 

 Dochart. 



The incident recalls an exception to 

 the rule that flies should not be dragged. 



One fine June morning Captain L 



and I were fishing in the Great Stour as 

 it flows round " the garden that I love " 

 so charmingly made famous by Mr. Alfred 

 Austin. When it was time to go in to 

 luncheon, at Swinford Old Manor, I had 

 only one trout. My friend had seven 

 splendid fish, nearly a pound each, to lay 

 out before the Poet Laureate's delighted 



gaze. As Captain L , I had noticed, 



had been casting down-stream and making 

 the fly run up against the current by long 

 pulls, this was a surprise ; but the explana- 

 tion, exceedingly instructive, was at hand. 

 "What fly?" asked our host, enthusi- 

 astically. " I do not know its name ; but 

 here it is," answered the fisherman, taking 

 his rod from a corner in the hall. " Ah ! " 

 said Mr. Austin, whose knowledge of 

 the creatures in the woodlands and the 

 streams is remarkably minute, "the Water 



