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behind us, and tried again. The result was 
the same, except that we lost the fish. We 
now knew that the despised " fly " was the 
scientific bait for this variety of trout, and be- 
gan to long for one, a multi-coloured creature 
not born from an egg, made of strong things 
that could not be swallowed nor torn off, and 
in whose care the hook would not come un- 
bailed. In short, down there on the flat rock 
before the trout pools of Black Brook, we 
wished to be delivered from the ignominy of 
angleworms. The truth is, we were fly- 
fishing with worms, and our newborn fisher- 
man's pride rebelled. As fast as we threw, the 
fish jumped at the hook ; they scarcely seemed 
to know whether it was baited or not, and the 
smallest remnant of worm answered as well as 
the plumpest morsel. They were not as large 
as those on the show table in the doctor's tent, 
but they were large enough ; we could not have 
secured them had they been any larger; we 
could not as it was, and lost a great many 
more than we caught. It was very stimulating 
down there surrounded by the great rocks, 
with the black water rushing swiftly down- 
stream, and the still pools lying in the shadow 
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