SEDGE FLIES— TRICHOPTERA. 53 



of fine trout on the Eden and other northern rivers with 

 the Bustard. We are aware that the modem dry fly 

 man may turn up his nose at such practices, but, I can 

 assure him, that to be alone on a dark night in a wild 

 region, on a river with which one is only partially familiar 

 even in daylight, is a weird experience ; the cry of the 

 curlew, the mournful plaint of the peewits, the rasping 

 call of the landrail, the woeful shrieking and hooting 

 of the owls, the whirring of the night-jars, and the calls 

 of numberless other birds, to say nothing of the 

 unexpected bark of a fox, or a splash of an otter, are 

 calculated to make a lasting impression on even the 

 most stolid. 



Then the mist rises,, sounds gradually die away, 

 the light shimmers on the water, and in a very short time 

 the green and gold, pink and crimson of sunrise appear, 

 and larks, blackbirds, thrushes, and other songsters burst 

 into a paean of praise, the mystery has disappeared, and 

 there only remain a few short hours of coolness before 

 the heat of another Summer day. 



Again the day draws to a close, and a wild head-long 

 rise takes place, not a placid dimpling, but an eager haste 

 to absorb something as yet unseen. 



By very careful watching and examination it may 

 be found that there are thousands of minute Trichoptera 

 skating about on the water ; at such times a small 

 imitation of patterns 58, 59, or 60 will be found invaluable 

 though these patterns also do well at times other than the 

 close of day. 



The afternoon rise on fine, sleepy, warm afternoons 



