1 84 ANGLING SKETCHES 



Scotus. — Marry, Master, in a Mill-tail, where the 

 water lagged not, but ran free as it doth in bonny 

 Scotland ; nor with no fly did I grip him, but 

 with an artificial penk, or minnow. It was made 

 by a handsome woman that had a fine hand, and 

 wrought for Master Brown, of Aberdeen. The 

 mould, or body of the minnow, is of parchment, 

 methinks, and he hath fins of copper, all so curiously 

 dissembled that it will beguile any sharp-sighted 

 trout in a swift stream. Men call it a Phantom, 

 Master ; wilt thou not try my Phantom } 



Anglus. — Begone, sirrah. I took thee for an 

 angler, and thou art but a poaching knave ! 



Scotus. — Knave thyself ! I will break thy 

 head 1 



Anglus. — Softly, Scholar. Here comes good 

 Master Hedgely, who will see fair play. Now lie 

 there, my coat, and have at you ! 



\They fight. ScoTUS is knocked down. 



Anglus. — Half-minute time ! Time is up I 

 Master Hedgely, in my dry fly "box thou wilt find 

 a little sponge for moistening of my casting lines. 

 Wilt thou, of thy courtesy, throw it up for my 



