" FIERY BROWNS." 43 



" fiery browns." In a few days I received the flies, which 

 appeared to me to be everything that a man or a trout 

 could wish for, in an extremely civil letter from old 

 Martin, in which he expressed an ardent hope that they 

 would be foimd according to order, and an earnest expec- 

 tation of further commands. I hastened to notice my 

 friend Bridgeman to meet me at Koger Hickey's, the usual 

 rendezvous, early on the following morning, convinced 

 that I had got the real thing, and that we should have a boat 

 full of trout before the shades of evening fell upon us. 

 'V^Tien at length we had got under weigh, I handed my 

 tail fly to my companion with the question, " Well, Bridge- 

 man, what do you think of that ? " 



" Well," said he, " that's a neat fly, and ought to do." 



" That's the ' fiery brown ' " said I. 



" Oh no," said he, " it's a good hrown, but it's not the 

 real fiery brown." 



Our sport on this occasion was indifferent, so on 

 the following day I addressed another epistle to old Martin 

 Kelly, telling him I was pleased with the flies he had sent 

 me, and convinced that earlier in the season they would 

 have done good work, and requesting him to send me a 

 dozen of the real fiery browns of the same size. In due 

 time Martin transmitted to me the flies, stating that 

 extreme pains had been taken to meet my wishes; and 

 expressing a confident hope that they would give satis- 

 faction. 



