256 ‘op ROT ’EM—BLESS "EM.” [PARTII, 
foxes, should be felt and acknowledged by those 
who reap the benefit. Those who hunt as well as 
shoot, may well sometimes say of them, as an old 
garden-man used of my brothers and myself when 
we were boys: “Well, they did plague me some- 
times, but I did love ’em, ‘od rot ’em—bless ’em.” 
Nore. 
Tue following letter, for which I am indebted to the 
kindness of a friend, has reached me too late for incorporation 
with my Notes; but the incident to which it refers is so 
remarkable in itself and so strikingly illustrative of the 
voracity of the Pike, before alluded to (page 43), that, 
rather than omit it, 1 must ask the Printer to give it here 
a separate place. 
BaRronMERE, SUFFOLK. 
My pear H. 
You ask me about the Pike who choked himself to 
death and was survived by his dinner. 
One day, some years ago, I was fishing from my punt 
on the Mere, and saw something moving oddly about just 
beneath the surface of the water a few yards off. I paddled 
up, and found a Carp of about two pounds weight swimming 
blindly round and round with a Pike on his nose. The Pike 
was dead and limp—several leeches had already fastened 
upon him—but the Carp could not shake or rub him off, 
the Pike’s teeth turning inwards and entering deeper the 
more the Carp withdrew. I took them both into the boat, 
and released the Carp. After measuring him and finding 
him considerably bigger than the Pike, I put him into the 
water again and he swam off with a light heart, but a very 
sore nose. 
Yours truly, 
(Signed) Harry Jonas. 
