Jan. i6, 1909.] 
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WITH A TROUT ROD ON THE GIRL 
Hanging from their nails upon the wall are 
m}' two little rods—one is resplendent in a new 
cover, and both have just come back from a 
visit to England, the country of their birth, 
where they have been undergoing a greatly need¬ 
ed course of renovation and repair. It is now 
nearly ten years, says Fleur-de-Lys in the Asian, 
since I bought these two light ioj 4 -foot green- 
hearts, and they have accompanied me to many 
places since. Now in all their glory of fresh 
varnish and new whippings it is difficult to recog¬ 
nize my whilom weather-worn comrades, and I 
i only wish their master could be as thoroughly 
I renovated and made youthful. 
I remember when I first went up to Bhim Tal 
in 1902, a local resident fisherman, when he saw 
me putting together one of the small lo^-foot- 
ers, told me, with a grin, that I would soon have 
my trout rods smashed up, and fall back, like 
himself, on the one-piece Ringols. But the slen¬ 
der greenhearts easily survived the two and 
three-pounders of the Kumaon Lakes, to be 
put to the far rougher ordeal of playing five 
and six-pounders in the rapids of the Giri. And 
now the little rods have come back after all their 
trials as good as ever, and quite likely to out- 
' last their owner. 
I My one visit to the Giri was not a very serious 
expedition; it was the wrong time of year to 
begin with, and heavy showers had fallen near 
Simla, so that there was no chance of the water 
being properly clear. Then my wife went with 
me, and one of her stipulations was that we 
should camp at Kharganu, where it would be 
moderately cool, and that our stay should be 
a short one. Possibly she is almost the only 
lady who has been down into the valley of the 
Giri, although Solon is only a dozen miles off; 
anyway, the villagers of Kharganu regarded her 
, with extraordinary interest, and quite a con¬ 
course of trousered hill-women used to gather 
daily round our little camp and inspect the mem 
sahib. 
The march down from Solon is decidedly 
pretty- the path winds amid oak and pine-clad 
slopes to the edge of the deep gorge along the 
bed of which flows the little Ussein Brook. The 
rest of the way one follows this stream, and 
Kharganu is about three-quarters of a mile 
above its confluence with the Giri. The only 
incident of the march was that “Mick,” our 
Irish terrier (alas! now dead), and “Floss,” 
the spaniel, chased some langurs which we came 
across above the Ussein, and the big monkeys 
sat on a rock out of reach and made faces at 
the excited, barking dogs below. Our camping 
■ place at Kharganu proved to be a little grove 
of willows and fig trees on the left bank of the 
river, and about half a mile below the village 
' itself. Just behind where we pitched our tents 
was a beautiful spring of cool, crystal-clear 
water, which bubbled into a square stone basin. 
We had a sparklet syphon with us, and thus 
were able to get as much excellent aerated water 
as we wanted. The little grove was resorted to 
by all kinds of birds. The clear, sweet notes 
of two golden orioles greeted us in the early 
mornings; besides these there were paradise fly¬ 
catchers, doves and woodpeckers, while a small 
flock of parakeets would come occasionally and 
climb about in a big clump of bamboo close by. 
The condition of the Giri when we arrived 
' was anything but promising, the water being far 
too thick for spinning. The first day, therefore, 
' I went to the Ussein Brook, which was quite 
clear, and fished the run just near its junction 
with the Giri, using my tiniest fly spoon. I got 
I several small mahseer from half a pound to a 
' pound. The second day the river had cleared 
a little, so in order to provide myself with some 
, dead bait, I walked up another small brook 
I which runs in a little above Kharganu village, 
I and whipped it with a cast of black gnats. Hav¬ 
ing caught some little chilwa and barils, I pro¬ 
ceeded to use them as dead bait in the follow¬ 
ing manner. I had provided myself with some 
long-shanked single hooks, weighted by wind¬ 
ing lead wire round them. By means of a bait¬ 
ing needle the gut was passed in at the vent and 
out of the mouth of the bait, and then the hook 
was drawn gently home until only the point re- 
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