74 ON SURREY HILLS. 



As silently as before he then moved on to another 

 place, where the performance was repeated with 

 equal success. 



" I see one of they owlets drop in, one evenin' as 

 I wus looterin' round," said he. " I thought over it 

 fur a spell, an' since then I've found it act most 

 oncommon." 



But luck , changes. Marksman had only seen that 

 particular moth fall in, and when his owlets failed him 

 he was at a loss to know what to use next. Worms 

 or live bait the trout in that particular pond refused 

 entirely. Meeting him again on the moor one day, 

 I asked how his fishing was getting on. "Oh," 

 replied he, " I gi'n it up. I thought as I'd found 

 out a way to clear that thear pond, but 'tain't no 

 go arter all. I shell hev to wait till they owlets 

 cums round here agin." 



Marksman," said I, "if I find you a kind of owlet 

 that will catch trout out of that pond, and last you 

 all the season up to running time, will you keep it 

 to yourself?" 



"Now "' 



"There, that's all right — give me your precious 

 tackle; you don't leave that at home, I know." 



