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to try that art again, and though this is a tale of 

 salmon. To myself the difference between angling 

 for trout and angling for salmon is like the dif- 

 ference between a drawing of Lionardo's, in silver 

 point, and a loaded landscape by MacGilp, R.A. 

 Trout-fishing is all an idyll, all delicacy — that is, 

 trout-fishing on the Test or on the Itchen. You 

 wander by clear water, beneath gracious poplar- 

 trees, unencumbered with anything but a slim rod 

 of Messrs. Hardy's make, and a light toy-box of 

 delicate flies. You need seldom wade, and the 

 water is shallow, the bottom is of silver gravel. 

 You need not search all day at random, but you 

 select a rising trout, and endeavour to lay the 

 floating fly delicately over him. If you part with 

 him, there is always another feeding merrily : 



Invenies ahum si te hie fastidit. 



It is like an excursion into Corot's country, it 

 is rich in memories of Walton and Cotton : it is a 

 dream of peace, and they bring you your tea by 

 the riverside. In salmon-fishing, on the Tweed at 

 least, all is different. The rod, at all events the 



