• 252 More sport. App. B. 



along their back, and even remain motionless while the 

 hook is being taken out, as long as they are held up; 

 but no sooner are they placed on the ground than they 

 commence kicking and jumping in the most violent man- 

 ner. 



When I had walked two miles I came upon a very like- 

 ly-looking piece of water by some mills, which I fished 

 diligently with fly, spoon, and phantom, till I was pretty 

 well tired out by the exertion and the sun, which was well 

 up by this time; and the day promised to be very hot. 

 So I turned homewards; and when I had finished my two- 

 mile walk over boulders and deep sand, I was quite pre- 

 pared for my breakfast, which I found all ready, and A. 

 very anxious to begin. His morning bag was but little 

 better than mine, for he had only succeeded in landing 

 an 18-pounder. In the afternoon, when the day had got 

 a little cooler, we set to work again. I took a few casts 

 in the pool, but stirred nothing, so went-down to the junc- 

 tion. Here the Poonah divides itself into four or five very 

 tolerable streams. I fished them all with every conceiv- 

 able bait, but the only result was a miserable three- 

 pounder, and that I hooked by the stomach. A., however, " 

 was much more successful. He had resolved to persevere 

 in the pool, and by so doing was rewarded by landing two, 

 of 14 lbs. and 38 lbs., but, with his usual bad luck, lost 

 an enormous one. He had played him for more than half 

 an hour up and down the deep water, when he lost him 

 by the hooks drawing. 



Though, for some mysterious reason, I never had good 



