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III 
A GREAT FISH AND A GREATER 
FISHERMAN 
The river Wye goes out to sea 
By stealth, in silent secrecy : 
Among the hills she winds and wends 
And wanders by the sombre woods, 
And cleaves her way in circling bends 
Through mountain solitudes.^ 
Towards the end of March 1921 I received an 
invitation to fish the river Wye, whicli, as every 
one knows, is famous for its heavy sahnon. My 
own rods and tackle were in the North of Scot- 
* " The Death of the Wye," Images and Meditations, a Book of Poems, 
by Mary Duclaux. T. Fisher Unwin, Ltd., London. 
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