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see him on this side below the bear, tumbling down the white 
cliffs of Albion, from which he has just been brought by one 
stroke of those white gelid paws—with hoofs in air, and 
upward mouth wide-stretched with bellowings? (Piscator is 
an Englishman!) Eyeless Angle-worm! can you not see ?” 
Piscator—placidly—“ No, no! I have no eyes for your 
mad visions !”’ 
Ego—with furious emphasis—“ Mad, are they ? 
——‘ Call at will 
Thine own ghost or the ghost of Jupiter, 
Hades, or Typhon, or what mightier gods—hey !’” 
A tremendous lurch! Boat nearly turned over! My rod 
almost bent double! as the boat is wheeled violently from its 
course, and we all thrown as violently upon our sides, for in 
the wake a huge trout leaped from the water, and when he 
falls back the boat rights, and we all look foolish. 
George, vehemently—“ There, you’ve lost him Me 
Piscator, indignantly—‘“ There! if you had held your rod 
in your hand, instead of ranting nonsense on your back 
you wouldn’t have lost that twelve-pounder !”’ 
Ego—faintly—“ But he didn’t bite at a fly, or at the hook 
of a fly fisher !” 
Moral—never troll lake trout after the first of June. 
Sa “ 
Eta 
