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sport: why should it render hopeless 

 fishing on a lake ? Only because the 

 flies and the gut which one uses on a 

 lake are as a rule heavier than those 

 which one uses on a stream. The cast 

 I had on was not at all a thin one ; 

 it was stout enough, indeed, to hold as 

 big a trout as could be expected ; still, 

 there would be no harm in trying. Per- 

 haps the wind would be back ere long. 



Out on the deep, then, Ronald slowly 

 rowed, and I kept casting as we went 

 along. Not a trout moved. The water 

 was so still that the scenery was re- 

 flected on it with bewitching minuteness 

 of detail. As you gazed steadfastly, there 

 seemed to be no water at all, but only 

 space, with two ranges of hills converg- 

 ing downwards, downwards, until, very 

 far down indeed, they were standing on 

 their snow-capped heads. It was a spect- 

 acle the paradoxical fascination of which 

 made one giddy. 



" There's a rise, sir," said Ronald : 

 "wuUIpu'to't?" 



