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THREATS “uy. FATHER PAID FOR—I: {GET e FRIGHT
—SPORTING., “paRsOns—1" LOSE, “MY PHOTO-
GRAPHER . °° worse OP , f ;

THE CONFIDENCE OF YOUTH PREVAILS—‘THE
HUNTERS’ INN’—FISHING FOR TROUT AND
HUNTING FOR FAIRIES : , .

A GIRL’S MAD RIDE—THE SIMONSBATH PONY—WE
BEG A CUP OF TEA AND GET A GREAT SURPRISE
—ON THE MOOR 3 ‘ : / é

COURTING THE QUEEN OF FISHES—A DISAPPOINT-

A WOMAN’S SUCCESSFUL PLOTTING—A PROSPEROUS
FARM AND ITS HAPPY OCCUPANTS—I STEAL
AWAY IN THE GRAY DAWN AND GET A FISH FOR
BREAKFAST é : : : : :

MINNOWS, PLEASE—SHOOTING A FOX—A TERROR
OF A PiKE—A BIG OTTER. » ‘ F

THREE MARRIED COUPLES GO A-FISHING, GET WET,
AND VISIT UNCLE—UNCLE’S LITTLE MISTAKE

JACK OR PIKE ?—OUR DOCTOR STEALS A DAY—THE
DUCK SHOOT s : ; : : :

A LEARNED EDITOR AND A CLEVER ARTIST DOWN
SALISBURY WAY FOR PIKE . : : J

HAMPSHIRE GRAYLING—AN UNLUCKY JUMP—
NURSING A GRAYLING AND WAITING FOR THE
KEEPER : ? : J : ; ;

A FAMILY GATHERING ON THE CORNISH COAST—
BANK HOLIDAY TRAVELLERS . ‘ -

A NIGHT’S FISHING FOR CONGER, SKATE, AND LING
—A FIGHT WITH AN EIGHTY - SEVEN - POUND

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FLIES GOOD AND BAD—A DAY ON THE KENNETT—
MAC’S OLD BROWN , : : ‘ < B89

NEWS HAS COME—‘THE FISH ARE UP’—I HAVE A
MIND TO TEST MY LINES AGAIN . ; «go

THE GREAT PROBLEM SOLVED AT LAST BY J. D. P.—
SALMON KELTS ARE BOGIES—MY SAILOR GILLIE 158

FROM EUSTON TO LOCH ALSH——FISHING AT GLEN-
ELG—ON TO GLENSHIEL—A GATHERING OF

MERRY SCOTSMEN , ‘ : : - 168
THE BRIDGE POOL AT NIGHT—OUR HAYDEN COFFIN
—A MUCH-PRAISED LOCH . : : « “176

A GRAND TIME IN CONNEMARA—BONIFACE AND HIS
GUESTS—PAT AND KITTY—BRIAN O'MALLEY . 182
ACHILL POLLACK—-A COLLISION—IRISH COMPLI-
MENTS—A HOPELESS TUSSLE . : ‘<< 3Gg
FROM DUGORT TO CLARE ISLAND—‘WHERE
TROUBLES DO NOT COME AND RATES ARE NEVER
PAID’ 4 3 ; j ‘ d - 205
FROM CLARE ISLAND TO INISHTURK ON A STORMY
SEA—DOING AN OVERLAND JOURNEY IN STATE
—CAPTAIN DARBY GREEN . 2 : «) “ea7
‘THE DHRAWING-ROOM FLURE’—THE RIVER ERRIFF
FOR SALMON AND LOUGH NAFOOEY FOR PIKE—
UP ON A CONNEMARA MOUNTAIN FOR GROUSE 226
THE PIG FAIR AT ROUNDSTONE—PAT JENNINGS

SPOILS HIS MARKET FOR POLLACK ° 234
MONGAN’S HOTEL, CARNA—WE FISH WITH ST
ANTHONY : , . : . « 246

Days Stolen for Sport

CHAPTER I

One clear idea, wakened in the breast
By memory’s magic lets in all the rest.

. TREATS MY FATHER PAID FOR—I GET A FRIGHT—
SPORTING PARSONS—I LOSE MY PHOTOGRAPHER

_ AttTHouGH I am old in years—threescore and seven
* _—I can walk the longest day and shoot as straight
> as I ever could, thanks not so much perhaps to the
_ stiffening of my loins by birchings as to the reason
for their infliction. Stealing days has ever been
- a joy to me, and I often played truant from school. -
A: I had no compunctions at the time and have had
no regrets as yet, for what I learned in the fields and
_ woods has been a source of life-long pleasure.
| My upbringing was so full of the joys of outdoor
- life that my delight has always been in the open
air and sunshine. School was to me a prison, and
its teachings nauseous drugs which I avoided with
_ all the cunning of my little brains; yet I listened
_ by the hour, with wide-open eyes, to the ugliest man
_ boy ever saw while he taught me to be familiar with
living things. I-have had kindly thoughts of Pavey
ES thousand times as the picture of his giant form
and ugly face, redeemed by a kindly twinkling eye,
he has recurred to memory; but of the men who worked

4 write, and sum, I cannot recall a single face.
— ‘Snuffy’ —Mr Stevens—a born teacher, so it was

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thought, who often made a mark that was intended
to keep my memory green, has faded until all that
is left of him, beyond his name, is the preparatory
working of his arm to give it greater freedom and his
creaky voice saying, “Your father pays for this—
and this. Now miche from school again.’

I had a friend—a bold bad boy—-who took the
treats his father paid for like a man, and he had
a sister who looked at us with wondrous pitying ©
eyes, thereby perhaps but making us the bolder.
Her face was the prettiest I had ever seen and grew
in beauty with my knowledge of her; now, memories
of its owner's worth are mirrors in which the face is
perfect.

To stuff young children’s brains with answers to
questions they have not asked is the surest way
to choke their innate desire for knowledge. The
growth of their imaginations should have the freest
scope and only be guided by helpful answers until
they have sorted and given a place to the many
wondrous things they have to see. My father, who
loved children, horses, dogs, and foxes, never tired
of my questionings, and lived to be eighty-five to
answer them, so I learned from him about the birds
that come to herald in the seasons, and that the
world is round and has a variety of climates: that
those parts marked red upon the map belong to
England, and that the best parts of the earth will
always belong to those who can take and hold them:
that every animal, including fish and birds, has to
fight to hold its own because Envy stalks in every
shape thirsting to be possessed of what belongs to
others: that the trout we tried to catch so often had
to fight to remain behind the stone which enabled ©
it to feed so comfortably, and that even the cow which
has the head position fought for it and must be pre- —
pared to fight all comers or down she goes. The
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_ the bird has not, as yet, appeared that can make him
_ walk meekly with the meekest of the hens.

I was full of this need to be a fighter when Pavey

_ gave me my first rod.

‘Do you think, Pavey, I shall have to fight to

_ keep it?’ I asked.

He looked much surprised and said, ‘I hope not,

- my boy, I hope not,’ in such a sad voice that I tried
_ to comfort him by asking, ‘Have you ever had to fight,

Pavey?’
‘Only once, my boy, since I left school, and then

I got an unlucky kick, and that’s how I lost my

peeye.’

Pavey was my earliest tutor for fishing, and much

besides, and a better teacher it would be hard to find..
_ It will be a pleasure for me to tell of him, for I owe

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him more than I can say. Who shall measure the
happiness of such a memory as is mine of him, kept
fresh and helpful for nearly threescore years? ‘Sweep,

_ Sweep.’ Hear that sound where I may and I stand
again in Pavey’s shed listening to his tales while he

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is making my rod. He knew the note of every bird

and could imitate them so well as to deceive the birds

_ themselves. The haunts and ways of animals were
_ quite familiar to him, and I think he liked to let me
learn and share his joys; and I did so until I, too,

became alert to every sound and got some knowledge
of its meaning, and thus became a lover of the funny
ways of living things. We have not sat outside rabbit
holes making noises like turnips to draw their inmates

- out, as Mark Twain advised an inquirer to do, but I
_ have lain by Pavey’s side and heard him imitate the
_ squeal a rabbit makes when the stoat has got it, and

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watched the stoat come from out the hiding-place
to which we had seen him run. When in business
‘attire he was the longest length of animated soot

_ between Porlock and Penzance, and, what is more,
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the severest scrubbing. So swarthy was the natural
_ skin beneath its borrowed coat that even in his sweetest
moments, when freed from soot, there was no relief
to his long length of blackness, until you saw, high
up, his huge red lips and glittering teeth which loudly -
called attention to the, outwardly, ugliest man I
have ever seen. How ugly he was may be gathered
from the fact that I once mistook him for the
devil. ee.

I was playing truant from school with Stanbury,
and we were bird’s-nesting. I, being the younger,
had to carry the spoils which were gathered in a firm >
mud-lined nest. This did not prevent my bending
down so as to get a look skywards through the bushes,
the more readily to detect a nest. While I was so
employed a terrible eye looked down on me from
a black and terrible face, and, close to it, the half-
closed tenantless socket of another eye. Before this
apparition my legs gave way, and I was on my knees
and, with outstretched hands, prepared to say, “Oh,
please, Mr Satan, I won’t do it any more’; but my
mouth was so wide open that I could not move if,
and I was fast turning into stone when the big, red-
lipped mouth opened, and the devil said, ‘Why, little
Phillie, doan’t be frightened; it’s only Pavey. I
don’t know how I got there, but I found myself nestling
close to Pavey, who was patting me on the head,
while my chest was almost bursting by the violent
efforts of my lungs to get back their equilibrium.

I made my first acquaintance with Pavey while
hanging to Mary’s skirt. Mother’s spring-clean was
in progress and all the furniture was covered up,
for the chimncy-sweep was coming. ‘The girtest
and blackest man in all the world, but he wouldn’t ©
hurt ’ee, cheel,’ was Mary’s opinion of the expected g
man. So, peeping out from behind a fold of Spe |
gown, I was introduced. ‘This be Phillie, Pavey. —
He wants to zee ’ee go up the chimbley.’ Mice tte

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_ What a wondrous gift is that which enables a child
to so quickly gather from voice and eyes the assurance
_ of protection! This man had but one eye, remember,
_ but the sparkle of it, coupled with the music of his

kindly talk, blotted out his lengthy form and sooty
_ face, and I was soon quite close to him watching all his

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_ she even liked him.

| Dick Gibbs, the stableman, was ever after Mary,
_ and it was he who disturbed the talk by bustling in
and saying, “The missus be a-calling ’ee, Mary.’
_ Instead of hurrying off she turned towards Gibbs
and said, ‘Now why doan’t ’ee make yer quarrels
up and shake hands ?’ Pavey held his out but it
- was not accepted. Gibbs said sullenly, ‘I be washed to
_ drive the maaster into town. Will ’ee go, Phillie?’
_ I loved driving with my father to town, as that meant
_ sweets, and sometimes tops and marbles; but I refused
to go. Gibbs seemed to divine my reason, for he
_ replied, ‘I’d bide wi’ ’un altogether if I be you and
Mary.’ ‘What’s put ’ee out so, lad; baint ’ee well?’
- was Pavey’s kindly question. But Mary spoilt its
_ purpose with the remark, ‘I vear he’ve overwashed
__ hisself and zwallowed the zoap.’

_ This proved too much ior the man’s quick temper,
fe. and he retorted, ‘Better be overwashed and zwallow
_ the zoap than be a dirty tovoad like some foiks that
_ stinks o’ zoot.’

I often saw Pavey after that, but I did not know
_ his purpose in coming our way in such fine clothes
until I heard Gibbs say to Mary :—-

_ ‘Y'll go for a soldier or drown myself if you marry
_ that dirty sweep. But Pll kill that blackamoor vust,
_ that I will.’ :

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doan’t be bungling at sich a job. Go ’list and be a

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These awful threats did not keep the sweep away;
indeed, if he heard of them, they multiplied his visits
until the day he married our dairymaid and took
her home to his pretty little cottage that was filled
with furniture he had made himself. There was a
stable for his pony and a lean-to shed where he kept
his bench, under which were numerous drawers filled
with all kinds of little tools, while, hanging on the wall
above it, there was a row of larger ones, including a
huge cross-cut saw. He had no end of things boys
like to know about : lop-eared rabbits, pigeons, fishing-
rods, a gun, and a bundle of hair from our colt’s tail.
“Worth a Jew’s eye, Phillie, that be. I'll make ’ee a
line or two and we'll go vishing.’

He had ferrets old and young, and ferrets with
torn faces that would stand up to the fiercest rat.
Pavey’s ferrets were more widely known and more
respected than rat-catcher Cann’s, They would clear
the ricks of vermin faster than our curate, who never
- missed being present when our ricks were ferreted,

could smite, though he on such occasions was a Saul —

indeed.

Nearly all the parsons of my youth were fond of
sport. Most of them had happy, smiling faces, and
their daily talk was a pleasant mixture of sport and
agriculture with perhaps a slight suspicion of a bit
of gossip. Parson Jack—the Reverend John Russell
—was seldom missing from the Exmoor Meet, and
Parson Radford who had the heaviest fist in all the
county—so those who knew declared—loved a run
with his beagles before, or between, the services on

Sunday. His handicapping at Sunday School Sports ©
would cause envy in our Jockey Club and I had to —

admire, although it robbed me of my chances, his

ingenuity when he made me run a race with one

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' foot unshod and refused to listen to my generous offer
_ to run with both feet bootless.
Mine was a happy boyhood, but by far the greatest
_ happiness came to me—as it comes to most—in the
harvest time of the married state. Let the children
come, rejoice and be thankful, and pity those to whom
they have been denied. Just half a score, enough,
but not too many, were given to me.

Seven sons and dad could play at almost any game;
_a little addition and we were a side for cricket; but
my sons had sisters and my sons’ friends had sisters
too, and the fiocks got mixed, and now my sons and

daughters are some one else’s and some one else’s
sons and daughters mine.

W. K., my photographer, who has been so full of
tricks when on the road or by the river that I have
slaved with his impedimenta up hills and down dales
until he found a scene that pleased him, was the last

_togo. Listen to him :—

_ ‘Dad, we think we should like to go to Devon

_ for our honeymoon, to some quiet place where we
can get a little fishing. Bertha thinks she will be
fond of fishing.’

Wise Bertha. Where shall I suggest their going?

Pictures of scenes tumble out in quick succession
and fade away as quickly, leaving one that has a face
_ in every path and by every pool.
- A caressing hand reminded me the lad was waiting,
and, as I could not trust myself to tell him then, I
asked for time, saying, ‘There is a week yet before
the wedding.’

When he had left me I thought to write him a brief

- account of where to go, how to get there, the tackle
necessary, and where to find the pools, but I lost
myself in memories and wrote much more than |
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CHAPTER II TA

Who so in thought enjoys his former life a.

Thus lives twice over. “ WE:

THE CONFIDENCE OF YOUTH PREVAILS—‘THE HUNTER’S
INN’—FISHING FOR TROUT AND HUNTING FOR
FAIRIES.

NoNE but those who have in their youth attempted
to propitiate bristling elderly opponents to a step
not fully justified can possibly imagine the artfulness
needed to come through victorious. My father who,
I knew, prided himself on having carried off the
prettiest girl of a certain Devon parish before he was
twenty-one almost refused to help me when I asked
for aid to do as he had done. I reasoned with him
almost in vain although I used the most conclusive
arguments: ‘You wuainied mother when you were
but little older than I am, and would do just the same
again in spite of the nine plagues she has brought to
bless your house. You aided, and abetted too, my
brothers and sisters in their love affairs, and enjoyed
it, but you desert your Benjamin in his greatest need
while I thought you would revel in it for him.’

“My dear boy, your brothers were older than you
are. Please do not think of marrying for another

year or two. Why, were you to suggest it up at
Telsom, Nell would laugh, her mother have fits, and the -
father would be here as fast as his horse’s legs could y

bring him to tell me of the joke.’ y
‘But, dad, you really like Nell, don’t you?’

‘I esteem her highly, but that’s not the point Je 8

now.
“**Esteem,” that’ s not much. Do you mean to say
you don't love her?’

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q ‘Well, lad, 1 do, and so does everybody, but be
_\ patient, for, say, another year.’
F - ‘That’s just it; everybody loves her, and I cannot
, wait, so I am off. Wish me luck, dad.’ ;
_ *¥ou will need it, my boy, when you meet the
_ mother. If I were you I should take the flanking
_ positions first and leave that citadel until last. I can
hear her guns going off at your first approach. Don’t
reply too soon, keep your powder for the good dame
_ until she has spent all hers. That is to say if you
- get as far as the mother.’

I met Nell’s father in the fields. His smile of welcome
as he held out his hand gave him no chance of after
_ resistance, and, though his eyes opened to their fullest,
he was kind, patted my shoulder, and referred me to
her mother.

Nell’s determination not to marry until she was
_ twenty-one was very fixed, so when I found her
I was most careful with the fringe of the subject

_I had at heart, which was to marry before the month
was out. In spite of this she was so much astonished
_ that she could not laugh as had been predicted, and,
_ before she had quite recovered, I commenced a tale
_ of the certainty of my success that was a masterpiece
_ of argument and left no room for doubt. I doubted
no word of it myself, so we were both convinced.
| Fortified with this valuable recruit and my father’s
_ wise advice I lost some dread of the dear, good lady,
_ who was only a little fuller of worldly wisdom and
proverbs to meet every event in life than most mothers.
_ She was always the most upright-sitting lady I had

ever seen, and, on this occasion, she sat so stiff that
_ there was only the slightest movement of her head
as she said, ‘Well, Philip! Are you enjoying your
holiday, my boy?’
‘Boy’ shook my courage, and it was somewhat.
falteringly that I replied: ‘Nell and I have been
_ thinking and—and talking of being married.’

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It took her breath and tilted her head much beyond —
the perpendicular, but she recovered, and talked and
talked, while I listened with a deference dad would
have been proud of, and looked so convinced that I
believe she thought much of my capacity for getting
wisdom. Then I told her the tale I had told her
daughter, with variations, but I only succeeded in
getting her consent to see my father. She thought
much of my father’s wisdom and loved my mo
_for being the best listener and the safest keeper of
a secret in all the county.

I heard there was much clatter in the camps during
that May time, but I had friends in each that pre-
vailed, and early in June I married the little maid,
and I take some credit for remembering her mother's
last words to us at her kind send-off: ‘I should have
grave misgivings of the outcome of this youthful
marriage, were it not that I have faith that you are
calculated to make the very best of each other. It is
a lifelong partnership throughout which the effects
of every little speech and action have to remain the
property of both, so, unless your speech and actions
tend to increase your faith and love, and make you more
fit to stand firm together through every trouble, you
will lose a tide that flows but once.’

I had not thought of our honeymoon in such a serious
way, and I began to wonder if the plans we had made
for spending it would aid to such good purpose. We
feared the bustling world and unknown faces and,
desiring before all else to have a time to rehearse our
new parts unnoticed, had decided to go to The Hunter's
Inn, Combe Martin, which is the prettiest spot imagin-
able, and the hostess, we found, the kindest and most —
sympathetic soul young married couples could wish
for.

How strangely anxious we poor mortals are as to
what may be thought of us, and what pains we take
that we may not be taken for what we really are!

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\ Nell had done all she could to appear as little like
\a schoolgirl as was possible, and she was much helped
e look a real matron by what she had chosen to go

way in, particularly so by the prettiest straw bonnet,
with strings tied in a bow beneath the chin, that ever
a woman wore. I, having but the slightest downy
tint of hair upon my face, to pull at or to twist, except
my eyebrows, to which my fingers wandered, tried to
think of something else, a cough or trick of speech,
to show that I was older than I looked; but it was all
in vain, and we had to submit to the motherly treatment
of our kind hostess, who placed before us creams and
junkets, cakes and jams, in unlimited array, while
the food for a man and woman was meagreness itself.
Still we came better through the ordeal than the
couple who took a valet with them, primed to be
careful of his speech that no one should know they
were on their honeymoon, for, at their first stopping-
place, the other guests took so much notice of their
doings that the valet was carpeted; but he most
stoutly and truthfully denied having let the secret
out: ‘Bedad, yer honour,’ said he, ‘it’s every one of
me that tould them you wouldn’t be marrying for
another fortnight yet.’

There is a stream running by The Hunter’s Inn ;—

It winds through the meadows scarcely seen,
For o’er it the flowers and grasses lean,

And thus, hali-hidden, it ripples along,

The whole way singing its summer song.

It was full of trout, some of which gave me great
delight by enabling me to show my skill to my little
lady and to provide another dish for breakfast. It
sounds too much to call it the Heddon River, but

‘What’s ina name?’ For me it was the sweetest little

brook that ever flowed. It draws its rise from Chal-

lacombe Common, on the border of Exmoor, flows
through Holworthy, quite a wee thing, and then on to

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Parracombe, after which it becomes of more imp
tance and has little pools in every bend from whi #49
eight-ounce trout may be got if tried for from the i
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It winds its way through woods and brakes, riba

orchards, farm-yards, and meadows, until it reac |
The Hunter’s Inn, and then, with the aid of a still
smaller stream, it broadens out and looks as important
as it can in its quiet stately travel over its last mile
to Heddon’s mouth. Even here, in its widest part, —
your smallest rod, your finest line and cast are sufficient
for the last pool of all—quite near the beach, Haye
with you, there, in early autumn a sea-trout fly or two,
- for sometimes these fish are there at that time of the
year; but not always, as a flood and spring tide must
co-exist at the time the fish are passing or they cannot
surmount the difficulties of the high beach, through ~
which the normal river has to percolate to reach the ~
sea.

When fishing Exmoor streams it is only by the
use of the finest tackle that you can hope to learn, —
or derive pleasure from, the sport. You may make ~
a giant of a half-pound fish, and you will find he has
a giant’s strength if your tackle is fair and pleasur-
able for one but half that weight. The angler who ©
has truly learnt this lesson will be as particular about
his tackle when going fishing as about his get-up j
when going a-courting. |

The March Brown is the fly, with a Blue Upright
for dropper, but when the river is very low be content —
with one fly and that the smallest you have. |

Come with us in fancy. Nell and I are marching ~
off together for our first full day of married life and — i
we are going a-fishing. I am carrying a basket on
my arm that has a broad handle to fit it for such — 4

carrying, and it has two half covers on wicker hinges _ i
that creak noisily when used. I know this because —
the opening of one of them caused my companion an Sy

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so curious. Rock cakes and a tall tin of cream was
li I had time to see, and so I told her. I had to shut
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ain a chance of some surprise at lunch-time.
Downward we travelled until quite near the sea,
and there unloaded. Then we thought we should
_ like to peep through the branches of some boughs that
overhung a pool to see if fish were really there. We
went on tiptoe, quite stealthily, and we saw a dozen
Or more, some of which were far too small to catch
_and keep, but there were at least six that would make
really good prizes. The stream was very low, so we
retreated as cautiously as we could and then got ready
_ for the fray.

, When the stream be low and bright,
Be zure you.put on the Blue Upright.

When rain has vallen and water’s high,
The March Brown then be zure to try.

Don’t be killing little uns when nobody’s by
Or big uns’ll be scarce before you die.
PAVEY.

The little rod, the finest line, and a brown hair
east, was finished off with a Blue Upright, and I
walked round and down so as to fish upstream. I was
_ soo1r rewarded by a rise, a tussle, and a trout, which,
after being weighed in the hand, was declared not
big enough according to Pavey’s teaching; so back
it had to go, but, before it went, I had to show it to
a little lady in a holland frock who expressed a hope
that the next one would be a little bigger; and so
_ it happened; indeed, it was a little monster of quite
seven ounces. Together we emptied the creel of all
_its sundries and gathered grass to make a bed in it
for our prize. Then the lid was closed upon it and
_ I was off to try for its companion. In quick succession

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At the head of the pool, where the river narrowed 4

and where the water had most movement, I heard
a splash and saw a-ring such as only a really go

trout could make. Of course I was full of eagerness
to catch it, but how to set about it with the greatest

chance of success had to be considered. I dried the

fly, decided on the spot which would best lend itself
to cast from, and then carefully got there on hands
and knees. These ceremonies were noticed, and I had
to give a reason for them, which I did by pointing
to the river and then gesticulating the size my hopes
had made the fish. I was much too near it to venture
speech; so near, indeed, as to make my covering it
as I wished almost certain. It is at such moments
that it often happens we make the silliest cast of all
the day and thus lose our opportunity for want of nerve.
This time the fly fell just where I wished, and as

a fly should fall, and I got the fish. Although not

quite so big as some one expected from my gestures,
it more than realised my hopes as it was quite half
a pound. 7
The excitement caused by the capture of the half-
pounder being over, we picked up our belongings
and carried them past the weedy shallows on to
where a sharp bend gave hopes of others.

Just there, where the water, dark and cool,
Lingers a moment in yonder pool,

The dainty trout are at play;

And now and then one leaps in sight,
With sides aglow in the golden light

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stream and proved most useful. The holland dress —

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on land without a hook—and then there happened
fhat is unlikely to occur, but is much talked of when
t does—success at the first cast. A puff of wind
ok the fly to the limit of the short line, and then
it dropped, in the centre of a ring just broadening
out, and a trout, which showed its yellow side, went
_ down with it and hooked himself securely. When her
_ prize was in the net the fisher remarked, ‘Why, fly-
fishing is very simple. Let me try all by myself,
You sit down and rest a bit.’

I left her to herself and the fly went out very nicely
for a cast or two; then there was a movement of
the bracken at the rear which caused me to look

_ anxiously for the little ring the fly would make if it

reached the water; and thus I learnt that it was
gone. I thought it best to keep this secret for a while
as the enjoyment of her expectations was just as
great as if she had a dozen flies on, and it was such
good practice too.

A well-directed cast towards a ring near the other
side caused me to say ‘Splendid! Draw off another
_yard.’ Thus encouraged, she worked until the active
arm so ached that a rest was needed, and I was called
to take my turn. She looked at me for approval,
‘saw a glint of something in my eyes which caused
her a moment’s thought, and then remarked: ‘You
want to laugh, but not to tell me why. Now, Phil,
be fair, what is it?’ I had to tell her, and then we
laughed together, had lunch, and commenced to fish
again. It was thus we fished and laughed the day
away, all too quickly, although we were out so late |
as to be greeted on our return with, ‘We thought
you be lost, me dears.’

The sun had set, its glories reflected in scudding
clouds, which became thickly dotted as they passed
overhead by the complicated evolutions of a flock

of rooks that were twirling and soaring higher and
higher as they scented the coming storm. To windward

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there was a sulky blackness, out of wt .
wind came with increasing speed, bringing with it —
detached fragments of darkening clouds that snuffed

out, with seeming anger, the remnants of the ial a.

During the night the wind rose to a hurrica
and voiced itself round the angles of the inn, first in —
soughings and then in hissing whistlings that cdkey
pelled thoughts of those at sea. Intermittent dashes
of rain, heard on the rattling window, lessened the
wind, and it fell again to moanings round the chimneys, ©
and then ceased and gave place to the patter of falling
water, from overflowing gutters, that lulled us off to
slee

it rained the next morning, but in such penfle
fashion that we could hear the phiz, whiz, tiz of frying |
bacon and recognise the crack of eggs on the pan’s edge |
as the morning’s meal was being prepared, which
presently, the struggling sun, that would show itself

occasionally, helped to brighten.

_ Flies are useless as a lure immediately after a time
like this, so nimble fingers made a bag with which
I visited the kitchen garden, where I found a store
of likely bait. Nothing proves more clearly that we
are by instinct hunting animals than our joy at success
when we are digging for worms.

By the time I had stretched my back, the sun
had got its will, and shone with such brilliancy as
made the raindrops on every twig within its reach |
sparkle so much like diamonds that some one, when —
she appeared, gathered one upon a finger-tip while —
wishing, maybe, she could wear a necklet of them.

In spite of the kindly warnings of our hostess, -
we started without first giving time for grass Ho Ne
bracken to be free of their beautifying, but wet, —
encumbrances. We tried hard not to go, but oh
we went, resolved to proceed so cautiously as not
to disturb a hanging bead. This proved an ee d
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a broadening eddy from off a bridge near home.
4 The little bit of cork, double the size of a green pea,
weighted by a single shot, was no sooner in position
and prepared to float away than down it bobbed and
- a joyous voice responded with: ‘I’ve got him, Phil.’
_ Another little worm on the little hook, and the tiny
float bobbed again. Repetitions of these manoeuvres
soon so thinned the little pool, or frightened the
_ uncaptured ones away, that we had to break fresh
ground. We did this so carefully at first that only
our feet got wet. Our success in shallow eddies,
where the smoky water occasionally revealed the
_ golden gravel, was very great, and the tall bracken
' which we scrambled through, to get near them, hid
us well from sight, but it made us very wet—so wet
that we took each other home, slipped upstairs, and had
a thorough change of clothes before we showed our
_ captures or ourselves.

The scenes we rambled through on our third day
might have been in the wilderness adjacent to, or
a part of, the garden of our first parents, and are well

worthy of a visit from the busiest of their offspring.
_A well-marked path, used as a short cut to distant
_ farms, tempted us from the river’s course into depths
_ of woodland, where the sunlight flickered down and
"gave us peeps into deep mystic shadés where fairies
Might be seen if we approached quite noiselessly.
Where are the fairies? We had often seen their
_ dancing-rings in the meadows, quite bare and brown

with midnight use; where can they now be hiding?
_ Our faith in fairies, so firmly planted in us while too
_ young to learn aught else, had taken so deep a root
_ that my twenty and my companion’s seventeen
_ years of life had not nearly worn it out. It softened
_ our tread and speech so much, as we peered here and
_ there in our indefinite expectations, that, when we
_ glanced round corners, rabbits sat up and looked at
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slightest haste. Squirrels that could have told us all

we wished to know, at least they looked as if they
could, peeped down and round trunks of trees at
us, and then raced each other from branch to branch,
as if to show us the measure of their happiness. All
was so quiet that the undulating flight of a popinjay,
which perched on a branch near by, was audible
before we saw her or heard the call which quickly
brought her brilliantly-coated and moustached lord.
We gazed and wondered, first at their perfect forms
and colours, and then at the glorious garden in which
they enjoyed such perfect trust and happiness, while
we two mortals, as completely happy as ever mortals
were, had every nerve quite highly strung, looking
and listening for we knew not what. So still were
we that two pheasants commenced a fight within ten
yards of where we stood. First one, and then the
other, showed his glittering plumage above the bracken
as they made flying efforts to get a weight into their
spurs that should equal their furious jealousy. Female
Witnesses of the encounter were moving the green
curtain that hid them, and now and then we heard
cackles that would urge their lords to kill or die;
and they would have so fought had we not gone
forward and separated the would-be murderers by
throwing up our arms and crying ‘Shoo! Shoo!’ —*
The distorted features of the bleeding birds quite
untuned us for seeing fairies, so we retreated to the
brook. There we found a path, but it soon grew
less and less defined, and then ended in prickly furze
and sharp-toothed brambles that sometimes held us
prisoners. Even the holland frock was pierced and
held until rescued, but it came through its many
battles with fewer wounds than my woollen cloth.
Many times that day a funnel-shaped needlecase

was opened and held so that the heads came down

it for the choosing of the right size, and when all was
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then another as best suited the necessary operation.

The position I liked the least was that from which

_. I could not see the rent nor its repairer, and could only

guess its measure from the time I had to lie with my
nose tickled by the grasses.

When the stream was hidden its varying voice
came up to tell us the nature of its channel. Some-
times hopeful gurglings came so invitingly that I had
to break my way through all impediments and scramble
down high banks clothed with ferns of numerous
varieties. These had grown to great perfection under
the fostering shade of overhanging boughs that had
a dome above of huge limbs of trees, the leaves of which
could be heard rustling in the wind, but not a breath

came to this downstairs fairyland. The complaining

voice of a disturbed nesting-bird sounds loud and
harsh where the whispers of the stream and rustling
leaves make music; but breaks must come. They
sometimes came with the splashing of a prize that was
fighting to clear itself from the stretching hair that
held it prisoner, and this was sure to bring down
through the bushes in the sweetest key of all: ‘Is it
a big one, Phil?’

I love to watch fish in crystal pools almost as much
as I like catching them, and there were some really
good ones here, quite unsuspicious of my presence,
that probably had never been tempted with an arti-
ficial fly. They were busy making spluttering snatches
at the more indiscreet members of a host of gnats
that hovered and gambolled near the surface of the
stream. Brook trout, even when only of minnow
size, are perfect in shape and-colouring, and it’s a
fascinating sight to see a shoal of them vying with

each other at jumps for flies, so fascinating that your

sympathies go out to the little fellows that try their.

hardest to jump as high and with the same success

as their bigger brothers do. You may watch a scene |
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dulled, and your rod is laid aside while you think a bit
or call a comrade to your side to view the picture that
stays your hand. I called my companion and, while
climbing to assist her down, I cleared a passage of its
summer growth to let her see that with some aid the
journey might be attempted. When she was safely
by the pool, I laid my coat upon the overhanging rock
to coax her to stretch herself upon it that she might
peep as I had done, and soon we were lying side by
side, with our chins resting on our wrists, peering
down into a little world of wonders, made more
wondrous by the doubling shadows of the fish that came
within the sunlit spaces. Flecks of foam, stray leaves,
and twirling dimples, came sailing down as if in full -
enjoyment of some purpose, and the golden pebbles
over which they floated took note of them by blinking. —
Birds, suspicious of our intent, made lame fluttering
flights so close to us that we could not but know
that they had treasures near, which they would draw
us irom. :
After a short stay I helped my partner up the —
high bank again, and then travelled from pool to
pool, getting a trout or two from most of them, until,
in answer to my call that I was moving on, I was
told a hedge and wide ditch prevented her further
progress. I answered back: ‘I am coming,’ so as to
stay any attempt at leaping, and hastened to climb;
but, in my haste, I slipped back and should have had
a nasty fall had it not been for a check in my slide
that rent my trousers sadly. I had so recently been
mended that [ was inclined to conceal this last mis-
fortune, but on feeling for it realised it was useless to
hope to hide such an opening as I had made, sol
dodged a bit, but she smiled a smile that plainly
said: ‘What is it now?’ I showed her, and she
exclaimed: ‘Oh, dear, I can’t mend this. Why, you a
have torn a big piece out. This makes three pairs you 3
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_ the woods, Phil, and spend the rest of our time as far
_ from thorns and brambles as we can, or what will you
be like in a few days more? But where are the fish.’
_ For answer I turned them out on a mossy piece
_ of turf and put them ship-shape, and, looking at them,
I wondered if Nature with all her wondrous bounty
offered anything for the food of man more daintily
captivating to the sight than these little pictures of
strength and beauty. I thought not, and never tired ©
of wandering up and up in search of them. I was
sometimes in midstream, at others on the bank, but
always casting up from behind some hiding-place.

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CHAPTER III

A GIRI’S MAD RIDE—THE SIMONSBATH PONY—WE
BEG A CUP OF TEA AND GET A GREAT SURPRISE—
ON THE MOOR. .

TEN days had flown and we were seated in a spring
market cart bound for Simonsbath. Our road for
a mile or so was through narrow lanes bound in by —
high flowering hedges, which the trotting strides of
the useful cob would soon have left behind had it not —
been that the scattered dwellings are mostly built
where the road makes its sharpest bends, with their
white sides jutting out as if to bar the way. Steady
your pace you must. Certainly this gives a chance
of passing greetings and a view of the old-world gardens
where flowers of every colour make a brave display,
which the bordering hedgeside blossoms do their best —
to rival.
This very lane has sweets that all admire,
The rambling suckling and the vigorous brier;

No fostering hand they need, no sheltering wall,
They spring uncultured and they bloom for all.

Steep hills had to be encountered which, when climbed,
gave us opportunities to look down and back upon
the scenes where we had been so joyful and talk of
the homely people we had left behind. Then came
a detour round the height whereon are remnants of —
a camp that tells of our Roman conquerors; and,
soon after, Parracombe came in sight.and a view of
Holwell Castle. From Blackmoor Gate to Challa- —
combe the road grew more and more deserted, but
ever varying. The long climb to Breakneck Hole
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road, where a view rewarded us in the relief that comes
when gazing on a wide expanse of hill and dale while
the wind blows freely over miles and miles of heather.

‘Do you _remember, Phil?’

‘Remember what?’ was my reply.

‘Have you forgotten, sir, that it was quite near
here we had that splendid run, during which we
twice sighted the stag, once so near that a burning
thrill of hope ran through me that Paddy would
hang to the voices of the dogs so that I might say
I was there when the stag was brought to bay. The
dear old horse knew my wish and thundered on
through the thin, damp mist, until it grew and grew
in blackness, and then I heard your frightened call
and had to give up all my hopes just when so near
fulfilment.’

‘And, “‘so near being in a bog’’ was the thought
that made me spur an id yell to stop that mad flight
of yours.’

‘Well, I forgive your fears, Phil, but why forget
so soon that it was on that occasion you found a soit
spot in some one’s too soft heart?’

‘I remember quite distinctly, madam, every inci-
dent of that day from the moment I caught sight of
you at the Meet on Paddy’s fifteen three, with Dick
Vellacott at your side on his long-legged, bony gray,
that can arch his neck and paw the ground on any
eminence from which a glimpse of the hunt may be
snatched. Your father seemed much pleased, while
talking to the parson, to note with one eye his
daughter's pleasure in her chad pores and did not
notice me.

‘Well! Phil, you can’t deny that Richard makes
a fine figure on horseback.’

‘Oh yes! he looks well enough at a Meet; but
has any one ever seen him really ride?’

‘Now, sir, confess you would have liked him less
a he outstripped you in that gallop, rescued me

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from the mist and seen me safely ae as” you

did.’

‘Yes, it was a chase, Nell, was it not? Every
swing of my little horse, which did not mean to lose
you, and every beat of the drizzling mist against
my face was as strong wine until I saw the land-
mark that made me give that yell.’

‘And then the dreadful Channel fog, Phil, in which
we lost our way and had to trust our horses. _ The
dear old moor, how lovely it looks to-day!’

Here and there we crossed miniature streams that
were hurrying down to do their litile part in making
the River Barle from which we hoped so much. The
long, uphill walks and the lovely drive across the
‘heather-scented downs quite prepared us to do justice
to the substantial meal provided for us at the little inn
that stands in the centre of Exmoor Forest. We
received a warm welcome from the forewarned host

and hostess, but it was evident that we failed in some ~

respect to fulfil their expectations, for surprise was

writ so large we could not but notice it, and, I fear, —

we blushed in an apologetic sort of way for our short-
comings. We were, however, soon at home with them,
and our stay-at the inn was an event of which they
appeared even a little proud. Indeed, the whole
village took the liveliest interest in our goings and
comings and were frequently at their doors to see us
start upon our journeyings.

Our hostess was most anxious to aid us in deter-
mining the routes to take and would frequently be
with us before breakfast was over to say: ‘Now,

where be going to go to-day, me dears? The pony i
be in the stable doing nort, and I won’t have ’ee

coming home too tired to ate.’

So I-was often to be seen driving a conspicuously ~ ‘

white, and conspicuously slow, pony, a demure lady ~
by my side, with her hands across each other in her if

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thing straight. Do what I would, I could not get
him from his zigzag course to and from the peopled
doorsteps. I could pull his head round until it pointed
in the desired direction, but the body of the animal
drifted as his will desired, until I felt that I was lapsing
into a wish to use my tongue as I had heard my father’s
men do to jibbing horses. |

‘Please, Phil, don’t whip him so. Where is the
need for hurrving past? Am I not looking nice?’

_ ‘This animal seems to think you are looking more
than nice, and is determined to show you round.’

The pony went fairly well in the uninhabited por-
tions of our drives, but stop he would when he met
any one he knew, and he seemed to know every one
we met. His best paces were reserved for coming home,
and we soon found out that he would turn his head the
other way so as not to see individuals with whom he
would have desired to stop and speak on his outward
journey. I had ridden and driven a number of Exmoor
ponies, but this one had more tricks than the whole
bunch, and at the back of them a temper that was hard
for me to master accompanied as I was. One morning
he came from his stall dead lame in the off fore-leg,
but after a touch with the whip and arun round the yard
the lameness was in one of his hind legs. By far the
most troublesome day was when, forgetful of his age
or determined to impose upon my innocence, he capered
like a colt before he could be got between the shafts,
or, perhaps, it was to show me what a terrible time
we should have if I did not allow him to go the road
he wished and stop when he pleased. It was most
unfortunate that we had decided on a lengthy journey
to Brayford, for he objected, indeed, refused, to go
a yard beyond the inn at Sherracombe. I gave him
a sounding whack, but the only notice he took of it
was to turn his head to see if his friend was with me,
and having satisfied himself on that point, he sat
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sitting on the ground. Thinking to humour him,
I got out and ordered a pint of cider, some of which
I drank before his nose, but with no good result, so
I jumped out and got him a drink of water and, as
that was fruitless too, tried the whip again; but not

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as I intended, for there was a hand that stayed my —

arm. I had seen divers experiments made to start

jibbing horses, but there was only one method I dared

to try. Full of hope, I gathered up the reins, leaped
upon his back, smacked his neck, and cried loudly:
‘Tally ho! Tally ho!’ He forgot his sulks, his age,
the cart, and the lady seated there, and started off

with ears bent forward listening for the dogs. The

playful lift of his hind quarters, as he spun round the
first corner, nearly unseated me, and the long gallop
down the steep hill that followed was not a joy, for
my legs were spread out and rubbed by the rising

and falling shafts; but there I had to sit, bumped ~

on leather and buckle, until, quite out of breath, the
little beast stopped suddenly and tilted me on to
his ears. That mixture of riding and driving was
a surprise to all concerned, including the pony, who
was dripping with excitement, and the man who
took him in charge at the end of it walked round
him, saying: ‘Be et you now, Bobby? Be et you?
I never knawed ’ee sweat avore.’

The Bray is one of several rivers that have their
rise on Exmoor end feed the Taw. From Brayford
to Challacombe, some seven miles, beyond which
the fisher who is a fisher only should not go, the river
course is full of bends and twirling eddies that seem

to vie with one another to hold the greatest number of ©

the fish, which appear to be limited only by Nature’s
provision for their happy upkeep. It winds its way
through meadows where the bushes are few and far

between, and it comes down through woods and

spinneys, seldom trod, where overhanging branches —

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make an archway for the little river that sings so
sweetly on its way.
We fished the meadows with much success and
enjoyed the shade of an enveloping wood for a length-
ened time, but we got lost in an undergrowth much
above our heads, and wondered which way it would
be best to go. A straw may tell where the wind is,
and a sparrow suggest that you are near some dwelling,
but it was the bark of a dog that said, ‘Come this way.’
To beat down the thorns and nettles and make a path
that brought us to an orchard hedge was warming work,
_and it was no easy task to follow the hedge until we
found a breach that enabled us to tread the turf
‘beneath the apple-burdened trees. The farm-house that
‘came to view was above the average in outward
appearance, and the barnyard was full of contented
“tite. In the meadows beyond was a herd of Devon
cattle, and the stackyard, through which we made
our way, had bulky ricks of hay and corn.
\ A happy-faced girl answered our timorous knock,
and in a sweet voice said, ‘’Ess sure we will. Please
come in; mother’s making tea.’ We followed into
a spacious kitchen to where a woman was pouring water
from a kettle that hung over a wood fire and, as she
turned in answer to her daughter’s voice announcing
us and our wish, we saw a real picture of a Devon
farmer's wife. The other occupant of the room was
a very aged man, eighty-nine he told me, still clear of
intellect, and, as I afterwards discovered, brimming
over with tales of Napoleon’s time.
‘I think it only fair to tell you,’ said Nell, ‘that

we have been trespassing and catching your fish;
but perhaps you will not be angry, for we have been
very careful not to damage the standing crops and
have safely shut the gates. We are staying at Simons-
bath and taking drives to fishing places. To-day we
chanced to come this way, and I was so very thirsty
_that it made me bold to beg for a cup of tea.’

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‘You be very welcome, me dear,’ said the hostess, ,
to which the old man added, *’Ess sure we be glad
to zee ee, and you may have the vish, if youcan catch ~
“em.” eae:
While thanking him I remarked, ‘What a lovely
valley, and how prosperous things look everywhere!’

‘’Ess, fay, it be a blessed time; there be food for —
man and beast in plenty, thank God. May zich
times last, for it was not always zo. There may
come another Boney or, what is wuss, the harvest
fail and whate go to 126 shillings, which was its price
in the yur 1812, with men’s wages tenpence a day.’

‘What a wicked wage to pay with wheat so high.’ :

The old man smiled pityingly at my remark and
replied, ‘We had no whate to zell. The harvest failed —
us. It sprouted avore twas cut, and lay about in heaps —
like dung avore ‘twas carried. The bread it made was

lack. Have you ever tasted bread made from rotting
whate?2’ he asked of me, and, in answer, I said,—

‘I had a taste of bread made from sprouted rakings
once, but I did not attempt to swallow it.’ |

‘Lucky lad to have had a choice in zich a matter. —
Well! ours was black, and so near like zoup that we
had to ate it with a spoon. “Twas sticky and difficult
to zwaller, yet women and children would come and
ery vor't.’

‘Oh! how awful! What did you do?’ Nell asked.

‘Amongst other things, me dear, we got thin ahd ~
prayed that the winter might be short and the next
harvest plentiful. “Twas tiresome waiting, but the
promise came that we should get all we axed, for
the ripe and ripening corn was splendid. Then it
rained and rained day after day until all was dung ~
again and the taters rotted in the ground. There was
nothing left but turnips. As good men as ever lived
and worked, half-starved, got out of hand, stole and
burned; some of um went mad and wake women and
children died.’

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_ This harrowing tale of suffering caused me to wonder

_who, and where, the landlord was, and it was on my

tongue to ask the question loudly; but I managed
to say so quietly that I surprised myself: ‘Farmers
surely could not pay rent in such times.’

‘Rent !’ was the reply, ‘I doubt if there was a guinea

in all Chittlehampton parish. They were all bought

up for Boney and the zilver spent.’
‘Did you say Chittlehampton?’ I asked. ‘Why!
that was where my mother lived before she married.

Do you know Easticott?’

Grandfer had become excited and my double question
proved too much for him. He turned upon me as if
I were an apparition with a string of questions:

“Who be you? Who ded ye zay yer mother was?

Do I know Easticott? Did I knaw Richard Crocker?

_ We were like brithers in them times and vought zide
by zide. The poor mad volks wid mostly listen t’un
and stay their devil’s doings.’

_ Then came a silence, during which I thought the
old man’s soul communed with Dick’s, for there was
a whispered ‘Zomebody be asking if I knawed ’ee,
Dick.’ The need of his lost handkerchief, discovered
by his granddaughter beneath his chair, dispelled his
dream, and he asked: ‘What was you zaying?’

_ Ireplied: ‘I was about to tell you that my mother
was born at Easticott, and that her name was Mary

_ Crocker.’

“Tha dusn’t zay so; cum ’ere and let me zee ’ee.’
He rose and put his hand upon my head and said,
‘Ess, fay, you be a son of the rogue that rin off with

Mary Crocker to the ’mazement of more’n wan of us.

Don't ‘ee zee the red curly hair, Martha; you should

knaw et.’

‘Yes, and I know the voice now. ’Twas strange

I did not think of George.’

The sound of wheels caused a little flutter of excite-
ment, and the daughter hastened to be first to greet

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her father, who bustled in unconscious that there >
were strangers until he saw us. There appeared to be —
a conspiracy of silence, for all he got by his appealing
look to his wife was a smile and nod Granfer’s way,
and from there a shaky nod to where I sat. He turned
to me with a smile that quickly faded, took a seemingly
involuntary step, halted, and exclaimed, ‘Why! it’s
George Geen over again.’ He seemed quite unable to
take his eyes from my face until his wife said, ‘This is —
Mrs Geen, Robert.’ As he shook hands with Nell,
he told her that I so strikingly resembled the man
who stole his first sweetheart that for the time he ~
‘had been lost to all else. |

‘You did not die of a broken heart,’ said Nell.

‘No, Mrs Geen, it did not break for Mary, but it —
would have done had Martha refused me.’

‘Where are you staying?’ needed a repetition
of much that had already been said, and when we
told him we were depending on Bobby to take us
home he laughed and remarked, ‘Oh, we all know
Bobby. If you expect to get to Simonsbath to-night
perhaps it would be as well to see what Bobby thinks
about it. J’ll drive you to the inn and see you off,
and if he is out of humour I’ll take you all the way.’

We had found Bobby most consistent in every-
thing that concerned the homeward journey; as
usual he had to be held while we seated ourselves, —
and then started off leaving quite a trail of dust,
and we reached home without trouble before the
glory of the setting sun had disappeared.

In due course letters came for us; amongst them

was one for my wife from her mother, with one enclosed —
from brother Jack, posted in Melbourne, at the sight —
of which she exclaimed: ‘Jack’s alive, Phil. Fancy
his being alive after all these years of silence! I must —
cry, 1 know I must. Oh! fancy mother, I’m sure she
wants me.’

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reason of Jack’s being alive—I mean of his not
writing.’
_ Jack was the bold bad boy that miched from school
with me and took his thrashings with such Spartan-
like courage. He was one of the multitude that
_ rushed to the Australian goldfields in 1853, and being
an only son a great fuss was made about his going.
All the mothers his mother knew gave advice as to
what he would need while on so long a voyage, and
‘conferences were held as to the cakes and biscuits
to be made and as to the best method of preserving
eggs. Some helped on the sewing and talked of the
prodigal’s return with gold, while others drank tea,
talked sadly, and wept. Mr Holloway, the tailor, ©
and Mrs Holloway, were at work for him every day
' for weeks together, and the clothes they made looked
very suited for digging gold; and the double set of
tools that Thomas King, the blacksmith, made would
dig up anything. His boxes were packed with every-
thing that could be suggested by kind-hearted folk,
and in every corner that could hold nothing else was
_ his mother’s and sister’s love.
_ This was Jack’s letter :-—-

_ ‘No doubt you will be surprised to hear from me

after'so long an absence, but I have been ill and
down on my luck. My misfortunes commenced on

the passage out, and it was all about a woman. She
was travelling alone under the captain’s guardian-’

ship to relatives in Melbourne, and she was such an
angel, mother, that every one of us fell in love with
her. I thought I was the one she favoured most,
_ but I suppose she found a difficulty in choosing from
amongst so many. Go where she would the other
fellows were buzzing round her like a swarm of bees,
and it was just this crowding that led to her falling
_ overboard. She was standing by an opening in the
an when a sailor had to force his way past the

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stupid asses that were gathered round, and she got —

pushed into the sea. The fellows, | amongst them,
dived in like rats from off a rick of corn when the >

ferrets are first put in. Fortunately a boat was at the

stern and we were all picked up. The captain seemed —

much put out and made us stand in line while he walked
along our front with the dripping yet lovely girl. “‘Now,
my dear,” said he, ‘‘the best thing you can do is to
take your choice.” She passed us each in turn with

a sorrowing smile, and then chose the only fellow that —

had feared to wet himself. Who do you think it was?
Why, smooth-tongued John Pengelly! John was ever
a lucky fool, while I was broken-hearted and unfit

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to leave this place, and here I have been ever since. —
At last I have an opportunity of reaching the gold-—

fields, but I need an outfit and tools to be equal with

my chum. Fifty pounds is all I want, and I shall be

able to make my fortune; but do let me have it quickly —

or I shall lose my chance.’

‘Phil, why do you smile? Poor Jack, he would

be the first to jump in.’

‘No doubt of it, Nell, but I am sorry he did not
send this letter sooner and get the help he so much
needed; besides, all the other fellows may have told
the tale by this time.’ |

‘What does that matter? I didn’t think you
were so unfeeling, Phil. I don’t believe your heart
‘would break if I fell overboard and was drowned.’ |

‘What! not break at the loss of you, little wife!
Why! if it didn’t, I would tear the thing right out
and jump on it.’

From Exford we fished the Exe to Lyncombe

without let or hindrance; the only objection came

from our shaggy friend, who considered the journey

unreasonable. From Withypool by the brook’s side
to Bradley was another experience of making paths —

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in which there were depths that held fish innumer-
able, from which we half filled our little creel.

For our last day we were on the moor, where the

Barle is but a trickle and there is little chance of
fish; but we were on the moor, whose fascination has
always held me true to my first love of Nature. It
was here, on her broad bosom, that I often breathed
my boyish troubles with a perfect faith that she would
understand. She was to me a second mother, whose
arms stretched from everywhere for me. She was
in the hills and in the dales and wafted back to me
gentle, soothing breezes, until I have laid me down
and slept with a vow upon my lips that I would try
to be the little man my mother wished.
_ It was thus we spent our first three weeks of married —
life, each day of which struck a blow to rivet the
bonds the Church had bound us in. That youthful,
joyous time remained with us a sweet, and sometimes
a laugh-provoking, memory to be marshalled out to
scare away cares and troubles, and from it I chose to
write the guidance asked for by my son.

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CHAPTER IV

*Tis not that rural sports alone invite,
But all the grateful country breathes delight.

COURTING THE QUEEN OF FISHES—A DISAPPOINTMENT

I KNOW no river with such never-ending pictures of
delight nor one so full of surprises at every turn, in
all seasons, as the Thames. You cannot catch it out
of tune. Its rich alluvial soil has given birth to a
wealth of meadow flowers and an endless variety of
trees, bushes, and brambles, scattered in a higgledy-
piggledy fashion that has more art to please than the
most artful man could plan.

Thames trout fishers have time to spare for what
the meadows have to show and to listen to the voices
that tell again of boyhood’s days, and I know no sport
of which it can be so'truly said that its votaries need
a love of country sights and sounds.

One of the cleverest and most persistent Thames
trout fishers I know has not taken a fish that he would ©
keep for the past two seasons, and yet he goes on
trying; and so have I done, although until this season
I had fished in vain as long as he. There is a fascina-
tion in striving for a trout, whose size is equal to your
dearest wish, that has allured you back to his haunt,
time after time, by occasionally showing himself and:
sometimes playing tricks with your bait that have
stiffened your joints for the tussle you thought
imminent.

I have striven so often for the fish I have in mind
that we have grown familiar with each other’s ways.
He will not accept my offerings, but he takes no
exception to my visits, and rarely fails to give me
the welcome tidings of his being still at home. The

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little fishes fly in terror when he rises to pursue them,
my !ure at times in their very midst as frightened as
the rest, and more than once the huge fellow has
flicked my bleak with his tail as he has turned to
Seize his selected quarry. He is not one of your just-
-at-daylight-feeding fish that need some one’s sitting
up to call you early, but one without set hours for
meals, and, if he has a preference, it is to wait for his
food until the sun has warmed the day a bit.
On one occasion [I started trying for him at six a.m.
It was nearly ten when I got a sight of him. He
rose and drove a shoal of bleak to midstream, where,
doubtless, he got some satisfaction, for over an hour
_ passed before he rose again; then scudding leaps of
frightened fish that saw his stealthy rise prepared me
for his reappearance. He rose to near the surface and
made fruitless snatches to his right and left in his
onward rush, which brought him so near the punt
that I could see his size and colourings. This and the
flashes of the resplendent creature’s sides, as he made
half turns to seize his prey, so stamped themselves upon
‘my brain that I could see his likeness in the water long
after he had disappeared.
_ How many times I have striven to be equal to
that fish’s capture I do not rightly know, but, for
_many hours, during many days, oft when the wind
; Was in the east, I have sat, not always feeling very
warm, and hoped to catch him. I am hoping still.
: Every live bait, from a minnow, attached to the
“smallest hook and finest gut, to an eight-inch roach,
has been tried in turn. That sweet morsel, well liked
by trout, a gudgeon, I have shown him often. Favourite
hantoms, fresh from victories with the comparatively
silly salmon, and other spinning lures, have been cast
ide outstream and brought cannily to the spot where
must see them; but, as yet, I have not got him.
How many times during the lovely month of May
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what it has cost me need not be counted as the quid
pro yuo was always everywhere. : ‘e
I am a persistent angler, as may be gathered from
the statement that fishless days innumerable have
fallen to my lot, and that when they have come to ~
me in batches of a dozen the thirteenth day has found —
me hopeful. The red-letter days I have had stand out
in bold relief to tune my brain to happy nights in
dreamland during which I see, and catch, much larger
fish than those which, in vain moments, I have had
stuffed and put in cases. ;
To-day I am off to meet a fisherman who has a big
trout marked down at Clewer Point and a still bigger
one in Boveney Weir. He is a clever and enthusiastic ©
professional Thames trout fisher, whom I have often ~
admiringly watched search a pool with a live lure ©
without the aid of what he calls ‘the disturber.’ ‘What —
do you think, Mr Geen, I say? When they see that —
cork being jerked back, why, ask yourself, wouldn’t —
you feel as it was something as was going to hit you? ~
These old trout knows yer game directly they see ©
a float, eh? I say. Why, when you do yer best the ©
game is hardly worth the candle, I say, Mr Geen, but ~
if you begin by showing ’em floats it’s a mug’s game.” —
We met at Windsor, and, as I took my seat in the ©
punt, I noticed that X had a trouble, but I did ©
not ask the cause as I knew that I should be made —
acquainted with it soon. :
‘No motor-boat as yet, { say, Mr Geen, I say,
and not a wink of sleep, I say, not a wink, and some- ©
body else didn’t either, and I’ll see as she don’t until —
I gets the boat. Women are all very well, but there’s —
no business in ’em; they can’t see farther than their ©
noses. What’s the use of my telling her there’s money ©
in a motor-boat? Not a wink of sleep all night, I say, ~

and there won’t be any, I say, Mr Geen; would —
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some other plan, for you know it has been written of
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How would it do for you to think you don’t want
_a motor-boat and to tell her that you are glad now
_ you took her advice?’

He stayed his punting to reply, ‘Well! I’m blowed
if I didn’t tell the missus, this very morning, that if
I didn’t want a motor-boat she’d be the first to say
to me: “‘When every waterside man who lets boats

_has got a motor on the hire system, you ll be thinking
about buying one I suppose?’’ So she would, I say.
q I fear I was in a teasing mood, and I replied, ‘There
must be two sides to a question of to-be or not-to-be,
and we should not blame a woman for choosing to be
cautious. | think women much more far-seeing than
men. Now supposing anything were to happen to you,
per your widow married a man. who, not having
pence of his own, cared more for cash than motor-
7 boats. Just think how pleased he would be to have
_ the money ready to his hand to invest as he chose.’

“Would he? Will he? Weil, I’m blowed! I say,
Mr Geen, as widows shouldn't be allowed to make fools
_ of themselves, I say.’

‘ ‘You wouldn't, I suppose,’ said I, ‘care to go in
for the Indian plan of burning widows with their
husbands’ bodies ?’
‘Do they do that, Mr Geen? Well, I’m blowed!
, But they do give the unmarried ones a chance, don’t
' they?’
7 We were not favoured with a sign from the Clewer
Point fish although we stayed to tempt him for fully
three hours, but X did not tire me, as some fisher-
‘men do, with repeated assurances of its existence. It
is a pleasing trait of this man’s character that what
he has said, he has said, and does not add to.

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Fish have their fast times; so most anglers thinks, a
and many loudly proclaim that they are too frequent g
and prolonged. Thames trout are really very trying; 7
not so much because of their fastings as for their —
whimsical changings of feeding-time. The month of —
April may slip by before you have marked down and
learnt the time of feeding of a good fish, and May pass _
away before you discover that the lengthening of the ©
days has caused him to take his first meal so much —
sooner that a very early start is necessary if one would ©
be with him then.

Boveney Weir, where lay our second hope, is an —
old wooden structure that has a fishy look which —
permits of no surprise that a varied basket results
from fishing there. Its rush and tumble at the fall —
give an aerated sparkling to the flow, even when
the river is at its lowest, that hides the going in and >
out of trout amongst the piles and concrete blocks.
The breadth of the river at the falls is great and it
broadens out considerably below, where the crumbling
clay bank gives way in answer to each flood and frost.
Chub and barbel choose such ground as this to grub
amongst, and I have had good sport with them when ~
the water has been high and coloured so that they could —
not see me.

On the other side there are overhanging trees of —
lime, ash, and withy, and below them flows a smooth,
dark, straight run of water which, I am told, holds
one good fish at least. I chose a gudgeon for my
first offering and, while I was watching its tossing on |
the foam to see if it swam with the freedom I desired, —
it was seized between the big white lips of a chub ©
that, as these fish usually do, hooked himself securely.
Careful to avoid this danger-spot for my second —
gudgeon, I cast beyond it to where the water was
easing to a more gentle fiow, and then, jealous of my
chances, I brought it across and back again at each —
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this way, and then I wound back with some little haste
to excite to a decision any trout that might be deliberat-

ing; for thought with trout means wisdom. Trout

that have cut their wisdom teeth are in little danger
from man’s temptations excepting only when they are
as mad as mad can be. The May-fly week is your

only chance on many rivers, and then the biggest fish
seem the maddest; but a Thames trout has lived in

such luxury from his cradle up that no fly moves him
nor any particular season. You must get him on the
tush, when in pursuit of food, by some antic of your
lure that shall attract his attention beyond all else that

flees from him. There is just one other chance; and
_ that is when he has come from out his haunt and risen

high to mouth with gusto the freshened water of a
weir-fall He may be tempted then to seize a bait
that is being tossed and swayed here and there, while

_ the attachments that hold it are hidden in the confusion

of bubbling water. Perhaps, without a thought of
feeding, he may be irritated by the frivolous move-
ments of the little fish so near his aristocratic nose

and snatch in temper at such seeming impudence.

No sport resulted from my efforts beneath the trees,

but, while making them, I had twice to run to assist

my fisherman to land first a barbel and then a chub.

There was a perfect little tumble of water at the
clay bank corner that invited a trial, and it was there
I got the excitement of the day. A fish seized my

_ bait with a tug that thrilled through me, and its deep

dive and rush gave hope, strengthened each moment
by my powerlessness to stay his course, that I had |
a trout. To add to my chances of a successful issue
to the struggle, the course the fish had taken enabled
-me to round the corner of the weir and go some distance
along the high bank to where my efforts would have

_ their best chance of preventing his getting back amongst

the piles. The line was taut, the rod bent, my footing

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next tribute to the stream, and I was ready in the —
position of my choosing for whatever the fish might do. _

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His bosom glows with treasures yet uncaught.

that struggle for their pleasurable relaxation or a jerk _
ensues which may be likened to the shock that comes ~
when a cheated foot does not meet the expected stair.
The strain which I offered as a challenge produced
no answering rush but two or three short half-hearted ‘.
dives, and then the fish yielded and came to my winding
like a sodden log, and an onlooker, much taller than
myself, cried: ‘Only a barbel,’ in such a tone and ~
with such a sigh that I fancied he felt relieved. It ~
was a barbel—the longest, thinnest, ugliest, and
beastliest I ever saw. The tall man was anything —
but handsome, even when he smiled, but he was not ~
in it with the barbel. a

Many rebukes have been cast upon writers on
angling that by accounts of special days ‘they delude —
poor wights into the hope that they may do as much ~
themselves whene’er the mood may enter upon them ‘
to take it in hand.’ I fear that what J have written ~~
of Thames trouting may be a deterrent to a novice, —
so in my next chapter I will change the scene to the ae
prettiest spot on all the Isis, a spot of which I have the —
happiest memories and where—and near thereby— —

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CHAPTER V

WOMAN’S SUCCESSFUL PLOTTING—A PROSPEROUS
FARM AND ITS HAPPY OCCUPANTS—I STEAL AWAY
IN THE GRAY DAWN AND GET A FISH FOR BREAK-
FAST.

Country folk cannot stand the noise, dust, and
smells, to say nothing of the worries, of a city, without
hungering now and then to tread the meadow grass
and sniff the scents that come from it. That wife of
mine had much conceit of her knowledge of every
symptom that foretold my coming need of country air;
a word pitched too high and she favoured me with
~a look much like my mother’s when she viewed a pro-
truding tongue and prescribed salts and senna. The

_wife’s prescription for this out-of-sorts aided and

abetted me in filching days from duty. Indeed I had

_ to go, for, when her persuasion failed—it seldom did—

she would plead fatigue, and become so pale, in the
briefest time, that for her sake we stole off together.
There can be no doubt that whatever portion of
my economy it may be that gives way to fag, the
remedy for it is with every tree and bush that breathes

_ pure air, for I am nosooner with them than I feel myself

on the upgrade. I was very queer, so Nell said, and
_ those of my fellow-men I had to meet were very tiresome

and nothing less than all their own way would do for

them. Every one and everything was growing daily
-grayer when a letter came from a Thames-side farm-

house, with an invitation for us both, which said,

_ ‘The country here is at its best, and George says there

are trout in the weir-pool waiting to be caught. Wire
_ the time of train and he will be at Farringdon to meet

you.’
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moved in answer to my scrutiny, so the invitation.
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may have come at this particular time by chance,

but it was passing strange that when affairs assumed
this cloudy aspect letters would come, some to Say,
‘I have a permit and the Fly is up’; others, ‘Come
at once, splendid stock of birds: hares and rabbits
doing mischief and must be shot.’

We had a hearty greeting from our friends, a mid- —

day meal with them, and then much gossip and farm
talk; and after that there were stock and crops to
see.

The old and substantial house, judged by appear- —

ances, was planned when money was plentiful and the
family for whom it was built small, for the rooms were
large and lofty, though few in number. Since then
additions have made it a well-arranged and spacious
home.

I doubt whether the outward appearances in the

carrying on of any trade so readily disclose signs of
prosperity, or the reverse, as do those of a farm.

To rest an arm on the outer gate that gives admittance ©

to the private road and take a peep at this comfortable-
looking farm-house, with its well-trained, flowering
creepers, closely shorn lawn, and long array of sub-
stantial outbuildings, would make any countryman
pleasedly expectant. During our walk I saw stacks of
sweet old meadow hay, ricks of well-saved corn, up-
standing gates and well-trimmed hedges, housed carts
and implements; and all had a tongue to say:
‘There is heart and pride in our farming.’

Sleek coats on horses’ backs, fat bullocks’ level

rumps, restful pigs, and chuckling hens—all told of —

plenty. Rabbits’ ear-tips amongst the grass; hares
springing from their forms and going away with a

sideway gallop; partridges calling their newly-hatched ~ :
broods, and cock pheasants strutting and pecking

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not been needed by my friend. And last, but by no
means least, the growing crops were free of weeds
and the fallows clean.
* The farm is an extensive one, with about 200 acres
_ of arable land, rich, deep, and responsive to its treat-
_ ment. It is possible that my friend’s good fortune
; in possessing such fruitful fields is responsible for his
pronounced opinion that there is more merit in muck
_ than in science, for he spoke with some warmth on
_ the subject :—
‘Our scientific friends who would teach us how to
farm have made us think and talk a bit, but, unfor-
_ tunately, they don’t stay long enough on a place to
_ show us that their scientific methods are better than
_ our old-fashioned ways. Going to an Agricultural
_ College they get matured opinions as to the capa-
_ bilities of a farm, by a few experiments, before they
_ are twenty-one, while it has taken us all our lives to
_ learn the temper of our fields. Artificials are all very
_ well as a tonic, but we rely on something more sub-
_ stantial to give us weight and quality at harvest.’
It is a very rare occurrence to find first-class
_ farming and a good head of game on the same farm,
but here we had it, and that the one interfered so
little with the other was accounted for by the whole
~ of the one being below a main road and the other all
above.
_ On the side of the hill is a thirty-acre oak-studded
wood, with an undergrowth of hazel, bramble, and
bracken that has two twenty-acre rough pasture fields
next its longest side, over which the bit rds make their
_ flight to reach the coppice. The furze brake with its
_ grass-grown rides and sunny aspect is a grand holding,
‘ and the numerous and lengthy double-crowned hedges
- are happy hunting-grounds for a gun each side while
_ well-trained Cockers work them.
The sun had set and it was almost dusk when we
reached the river, just to have a peep to help the

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hopes and plannings for the morrow’s doings.

coming there was most opportune, for the weir pool —
was full of life, which was with great suddenness added —
to by the rise and rush in chase of quite a large trout. |
Our host was delighted at this and said, ‘How/would

that one do for you, my boy? It’s no good looking

at your watch. He'll be there to-morrow and’—with

a wink—‘perhaps the day after.’

It was glorious to wake at dawn after a vivid dream ©
in which I saw the fish again chasing little fish in all ~

directions and, fearing he would not see the one upon

my hook, I moved it seductively to and fro until there —
was a mighty swirl close to it and, after that—a long —
time after—the line tightened and I knew I had

him on.

Our hostess had placed a jug of milk, a loaf, and —

a plate of butter on the table in response to my

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whispered information that I should steal away and ©

have an early try for a fish and be back to breakfast.
I have drunk the milk and shall eat the bread and
butter as I go.

To tramp off brimful of imaginings of hungry > 4

fish seeking their morning meal, at an hour when
the vitality of our mind is at its fullest, is to give
rosy hues to our ambition. My legs, to keep pace
with my thoughts, broke their walk and, when I
discovered this, I said, ‘I will not run although there
is no fear of a witness to my hurrying; I am in an
unpeopled world as yet; but it is unwise to commence

to fish when heated and flurried; it would be better

to walk leisurely and watch the gray dawn grow into
day. See how the bowl of the sky grows, and presently

the sun’s forerunners will be here to disperse the
misty curtain that still hides the tree-tops, and then

the birds will warble their welcome to the coming day.’
Waking noises came singly, from here and there, at

first, and then grew in number until they came from

everywhere, and there was one great hum of joy, and

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the earth itself seemed freshly glad to respond with
a springy lift to each footstep.
It will occur to a fisherman sometimes during the
_ journey out to wonder if he is leaving aught behind
_ that he should have with him. This thought was
_ so strong within me as I neared the weir that I had
- ultimately to stop and turn my basket out, only to
find that all I was likely to need was there. Even —
_ after that I became unsatisfied, again and my dis-
_ satisfaction grew until I felt sure that when I reached
_ the water I should find myself minus an essential for
_ commencing work. My relief was great when at last
I remembered it was the little lady, from whose side
_ I had stolen while she slept, that I had left behind,
_ and I laughed so loudly at this discovery that a startled
blackbird left his roost with a severely rebuking
- *Clang, clang, clang.’
_ A breathing time amongst such scenes in the early
hours points its silent moral, and the peace and rest
_ it gives should make us as fit as fiddles. I was feeling
; very fit as I approached the moss-covered, wooden

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_ structure, that so pleasingly nestles amongst high
- trees and overhanging bushes. It is a joy to look on
_ it, and you are sure to wish while doing so that the
_ dear old weir may serve its purpose for long years to
_ come before giving way to an ugly, modern substitute.
To my mind the picture it makes is worth a day’s
travelling to get a sight of, for man’s handiwork has
Brown with age to fit and match with Nature so per-
fectly as to almost destroy the lines of difference.
_ There is a special joy for the angler who looks beneath
the surface of its bubbling waters, for there he will see
the heads of wooden piles that vexed poachers long
‘since dead, and that are a terror still to those who
try to net the trout for which the pool is noted.

A misty vapour formed from the falling water
ided down the pool and gathered into a cloud that
nid the surface of the water and the branches above

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it at the far end, so I had to give some thought as to’
where my lure would fall when I should cast in that
direction. First I tried near the bush I had hidden
behind, which commands a miniature foaming rush
that twiddles round a green-headed, sunken pile. I had
put my rod and tackle together some little distance
off, for the vibrations of one’s footsteps are more alarm-
ing to the fish than sound; so imagine I have crept
with watchful step and softest tread to make my cast
across the seething water. In answer to it a fish rose.
I saw his huge spotted sides as he turned twice to
seize my lure, but I did not get him. There remained

the satisfaction that I had not snatched with hasty
hope that he had the bait: so probably I had not

alarmed him. Evidently not, for after a pause I cast
again and as I watched the silver-coated lure coming
across the churning water a dark form hid it for
a moment and then the burnished side of a turning
trout flashed a light that enabled me to see the size
of the fish as it dived and tugged the line. Yes, I had

the monster on, for a turn of my wrist and his deep —

dive caused him to feel the hook and rush in temper,
with shaking head, twice round the pool, and then
fling himself high above the water, so near me that 1
saw his form in detail, and I had more anxiety and
desire to have him than I shall feel for my next dozen
uncraftily-wild, rushing salmon. Hook a salmon,
and the odds are eight to one the fish is yours, but the
odds are the other way when you have hooked a trout
on fine tackle in one of the old weir-pools of the Upper

Thames. There is an apron to which the fish may come ©

and cut the line upon its edge. There are piles studded

here and there round which he has loved to swim,

feeling secure while near them. Still I have him on,

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his will with me. Oh! If I only had some stronger
_ tackle on there would be a fight I should have some
_ patience with. Stay, I must not forget there is need
_ for the greatest patience with the finest tackle and the
_ glory is greater when one so succeeds, Round and
round he travelled, in and out, sometimes so slowly
in spite of all my dare of lifting that it might have been
_ the bottom of the pool which was shifting or that the
_ fish by his contemptuous treatment of me meant to
' say: ‘Oh! go and hang yourself or go back to bed.’
There are no means, so far as I know, of measuring
_ the length in hours of impotent, agonising minutes.
I have taken many trout from where | stood, but only
of such a size that I could lift their noses so that their
struggles brought them over the apron when they
sought its dangerous shelter. No precedent that I
could think of seemed of use. I shufflingly shifted my
_ position a yard or two, how many times I do not
_ Know, but always to return to the spot that up till
__ then had kept me clear of the serious entanglement
_ I feared. I shortened his rests in sundry places by
a wrist strike—all I dared—but his movements were
_ so slow for such a lengthened period that the strain
~ on my uplifted arm nearly fixed it with cramp and I was
_ glad to give it freedom, by a change of holding, and a
- flick or two.
_ At last, after visiting many times every other
_ portion of the pool, he came towards me beneath
_ the rush of water and, when quite close, came almost
_ to the surface, just where I had hooked him, and added
_ tomy fears by showing that he was but lightly hooked
i outside his mouth by the tail triangle of the flight
_ that the bleak had spun on. It was then I did a foolish
_ thing: I changed back the rod to the rested arm;
_ the movement was seen; the frightened fish turned
_ and plunged, and, in doing so, struck the trace with
_ his tail and freed himself. There is much that might
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is likely to occur immediately on the heels of the bigs) f
fortune. A very pious man, or the most v nilocorfncal |
one, would be less likely ‘to surprise himself if he
remained speechless for a while. Time, at times of —
trial, before speech is everything, for each and all of _
us need some meditation before we can say an appro-

priate equivalent of: ‘’Tis better to have loved and —

lost,’ etc. .

The loss of that much-coveted fish was grievous ~
at the time, but now it is a mere incident in a day ~
of pleasing memories. Then I felt that my greatest —
hope of achievement for that day had gone, and it —
was with sobered ambition I lt a morning pipe and
tried to think it would be almost as pleasing if 1 could
but get a smaller fish to show that such early rising _
and desertion were warrantable.

The smoky mist that had hung so long at the
tail of the pool cleared when the sun came on the ~
withy boughs, and flies, perhaps while using legs
to rub sleepy eyes, were falling, to the great delight
of bleak that made the steady flow of water there —
look as if huge raindrops were pattering down. This
sight was bringing to my mind that the bleak were
giving great advertisement of their whereabouts
when they fluttered simultaneously on the surface to
fly in all directions from a fish that showed his tail
plainly. Now quickly for a bleak! I have a steady
hand, but somehow I am thumbish now, and it is
a long time I take before I am ready to cast a fly to ©
get thé live bleak I need. to pay down to the spot. ~
At last I have a bait, a beauty of medium length, stout
and strong, and it is held tenderly by the lip hook while _
a light triangle is falling back against its side, and soit
is going to the spot against its will drawn by the —
current and a wee bit of cork. It went by the spot and
was drawn back without a sign of notice being taken,
but I did not cease my drawing; I rather hastened —
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_ This proved, as it often does, fatal to the following
fish. |
) It is a strange fact, attested to by a number of
_ my friends, that, while playing a fish that ultimately
escapes, a fisher will often have a presentiment of
_ what is about to happen. I had certainly momen-
_ tarily expected the loss of the big fish while I have
_ great hopes of this the smaller one. Were it not
that even this gives me anxious care the battle would
be too one-sided for the joy I shall feel should I suc-
ceed. Judging by what I saw of him when he leaped
at the end of his first rush, that almost took him to
_ the bushes from which the flies had fallen, he is at
least five pounds, and his boring to the bottom on his
return to deeper water gave me opportunity to put
on a strain that told of quite that weight.

Again he did the journey to the bush and his tail
flicked amongst the leaves of the slim sprouts that
bend to the water's surface, but no entanglement
came of that, and he was steadily coming my way
again to get all the strain I dared. I felt he was
_ making for the apron and did all I could to lift him

above the water that eddies back beneath the rush

so that he might have rough water to contend with.
_ I was just in time to get his nose above what he in-
_ tended to go under, and his momentum took him among
_ the silky weeds that coat the apron. He nosed among
_ them as if to hide from a foe he had left behind, but,
_ after much expense of strength, he ultimately dropped
back. He was never given another chance to get
deeply down, so he could only struggle to the limit of
_ my permission, until his mouth opened against the
i stream, where he was held until he turned upon his
_ side ready for the net.
_ Avvain man’s vanity, unlike a woman’s, is immeasur-
able, but I think there should be some pardon for
such an ancient form of it as being puffed up at the
‘smiling welcome of her whose smiles we covet on our

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return from a successful chase. I should ae got

a smile had I been fishless, but there was extra pride ~
in look and speech emphasised by uplifted hands when
I laid my prize out, so I claim some credit for doing
all I could to look as little proud as possible.

Trout cutlets, fried in bacon fat, made an appetising
dish, to which we all did justice.

The walk to reach the old weir again, prolonged
by halts, was a perfect way to see the life of things
which had been hidden somewhat in the early morning
mist; nor was I alone.

I praise the Frenchman, his remark was shrewd,
How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude;

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Whom I may whisper solitude is sweet.

Nell could wield a rod or ride a horse in a dainty

way, and knew more of Nature’s floral details than

I can ever do with my merely rough and ready love
for groups of these.

The meadows, in the distance, appeared to wear
a cloak of gold that waved in the bustling wind as_

if of molten metal, while near our feet we could see

a daisy waistcoat, with a clover bloom or two, on
a cloth of green. The hedgerows that framed the
meadows were full of colour, commencing with the

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ditches, where flowers fed by winter's floods grew

to heights they seemed quite proud of, and, arching
down from high up, branches of wild rose, full of
bloom, some white, some pink, made garlands numerous
that gave finishing touches to make the picture perfect.
A medley of sweet scents from herb and bloom, not
yet free of the morning’s dew, delayed us further,

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grew big and wondrous. There is a spell in the sound

of falling water, and, as it came to us, lagging steps

were hastened by the magic of it until we stood to-
gether once again on the most sport-giving weir—
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A day will often pass without a boat’s going through
the lock, and it may happen you will have no chance

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of speech other than with your companion to this

_ spot. He, or she, and you must sit close together for

the fishing if either of you have aught to say, as the
best spot is where the fall of tumbling water makes
most noise; the speaking lips must almost touch the
attentive ear. Yet, strange to say, above or within

_ the roar of the seething waters there comes, quite

distinct, the whispered song of its gladsome hiss and
kiss to all obstructions. The lady, who sat by me, had
much to say as she watched the churned foam, be-
decked with bubbles, break away in lengthy lines that
reached the leafy boughs which hid the pool's outlet, ~
and, when the sun’s rays were freed from the shadows
cast by clouds which wind from out the west had
brought, her lips almost touched a listening ear to say,
“Oh, how lovely those streams of diamonds are, and see
how the big bubbles wink as they»go along.’ ‘Lock,

lock!’ seemed a discordant cry in such a place, at
_ such a time, although it came from Oxford College
‘boys—I beg their pardon, ‘men’—and unnecessary, ©

too, since no lock-man heard; it is a help-yourself
lock and weir of which I write.

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Let the fisherman his art repeat,

CHAPTER VI f
Where bubbling eddies favour the deceit. i‘
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MINNOWS, PLEASE—SHOOTING A FOX—A TERROR OF
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From behind the bush where my early morning’s —
treadings had trampled the rank growth into the
soft clay, I waited patiently for a cloud to spreadits
shadow, and then cast my lure and brought it back +
through the darkened, tumbling water with my
every nerve expectant. How much the big fish
was responsible for this strained effort I cannot say,
but certainly it was owing much to the fact that
our host had told me there were several good trout ~
in the pool, and some one or two of them must be
beneath this rush. A dozen casts, with intervals
between for coming clouds, lessened my hope to ~
nothingness and, as my leaving the shelter of the
bush to spin from an open and elevated spot—the
only other place available—would be to show my
every movement to the inhabitants of the pool, I
decided to try again the method that got me the
fish before breakfast. Se?
Prior to any change of tackle it was my duty to 4
say a word to Nell, who, to demonstrate that all —
was weil and nothing mattered, was doing crochet ~
work which, when she saw me coming, she stretched —
several ways and then patted on her knee, while
her perky head went sideways to look at it, then up! "%
at me to ask if I did not think she was looking better.
I had no chance to answer this before it was added to. 3
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you needed a change so much! Don’t you think so?’
_- At mathematical problems that have given quan-
tities sufficient for their solution, without the aid of
_ the algebraic x, I am really strong, but the wife’s
involved questions I try to jump, as I have a notion
that in some mysterious way they serve a purpose
without their answers.
‘Would you mind, dear, taking the fly rod and
catching me a bleak, while I change my tackle?’
‘I have one, Phil. Bring the can,’ came before
I was quite prepared, so there was little delay before
the freshly caught fish was swaying and dancing on
a bubbling run as if in fear of an enemy below. Such
movements sometimes rouse a trout, and frequently
a pike, to come to the surface with a rush, although
at that particular time they would make no effort
for the daintiest morsel that might be going by them —
unencumbered and without fear. This kind of
- cowardice is not peculiar to fish, and, although it is
_ far from being a pleasant thought, we have to think
_ it a law of nature that the weak shall be at the cruel
mercy of the strong.
A consequential pike, for which I would not have .
_ crouched so low, seized the little fish, and, after darting ~
here and there and fighting lustily in vain, opened his
mouth and shook his head to give back what he had
taken; but all too late, and he fell a victim.
The pool was spoilt for a time, so, having no thought
_ of fishing, I stretched myself upon the grass in such
a way that my arms came to the wall, and, with my
chin on them, I peered into the clear depth below,
to find the only apparent movement on the gravel
was caused by fleeting shadows of travelling flecks
of foam. But my farewell peep, intended for the
shadows, showed a scurrying host of minnows that
were being snapped at by perch, which could be
plainly seen mouthing the dainty tit-bits. Perch
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anxious for their capture. I crept away, made a paste
of bread, and put the tiniest bit upon the point of my
smallest hook and, after much time and several dis-
appointments, caused by their dropping off the hook,
secured three minnows.

There was great excitement as the wife cautiously

drew near to drop a floated line, with a minnow on —

the hook, at the spot where I had seen the perch.
Before the float had answered to the shot it glided
off and down, and the fisher, surprised by this, did not

strike and thus lost a chance and her minnow. At

the next effort, unnerved by her failure, she thought
the float too long in cocking, struck, and lost a second
minnow.. Still determined, she answered my caution
with :—

‘Don’t fidget, please; any one would have been
taken in as I was. I am sure to have him this time.’

I hope the third and last minnow was not hurt
more than was necessary through my anxiety to
hook it securely, for it was pained in vain if pained
at all; the lady caught her hook in a flowering weed
that grew from the wall down near the water and
in freeing it, lost the lure. I was quick to be first
to speak, but only just in time, for my wife’s lips were
parting as 1 commenced :—

‘Hurrah! the hook is safe; you cleared it cleverly.
We can easily get more minnows, but the hook is just

the size to hold big perch, as you will find when you ©

have one on.’

The opening lips closed as I commenced, and became

so firmly set as I proceeded that a stranger seeing
them might have thought it a challenge to me to try
a burglar’s jemmy to open them—that is, if he had
not seen the dimples on the chin and the suspicion of
a sparkle in the corner of her eyes, which said to me:

‘My turn will come.’ It came in the tone of ‘Salt,

please,’ to a waiter: ‘Minnows, please, Phil.’ ?
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Will it for ever be the unexpected that will happen?

_ Shall I for ever be armour-plating and loading guns

_ and still remain defenceless?

‘Minnows, please, was an innocent request if
viewed with my statement “We can easily get more,’
but it assumed quite a different aspect judged by the
fact that she knew the three minnows she had lost
had cost a trifle over twenty minutes each to capture,
Hence the artfulness of ‘Minnows, please.’

I have never been able to understand the affinity
that exists between boys and minnows. You have
only to see a boy carrying a glass pickle jar of these
friends of his to observe how happy they are with
him and he with them. Of course I don’t pretend

_ to say there fs no love between men and minnows,

_ because they are distinctly a lovable little fish; but

_ the fact remains that the only man I ever saw carry-
ing a bottle of them looked as if he would be as glad

_ to be rid of them as I was of an umbrella that a gust

of wind played havoc with in Regent Street. Minnows

_ will take food off a bent pin if offered by a boy; indeed,
their love for boys and glass jars will often cause them

_ to make attempts to swallow the pin while obstinately
refusing the daintiest morsel from a man. ;

_ When Nell said: ‘Minnows, please,’ I determined
quickly to take her with me and, if possible, surrender
the pleasure of catching them to her. It so happened
that I had very recently had the honour of escorting

_ her to Shoolbred’s, where I was much impressed by

_ the politeness, grand manner, walk, and feet of the
shop walker; so when I said: “This way, madam, for
the minnow department, I waved an arm and walked
as the shop walker had, and, when at the end of the’

_ walk, I offered aseat; that is, I didit as nearly as might

_ be without practice or a chair. I did him so well that

the lady entered into the fun and gathered her skirts

_ together with a side-look for the pretended chair.

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from which I had taken the others, some pecking at
overhanging grasses, others catching and mouthing ~
floating trifles, ejecting them again when done with. |
There were strong ones doing fancy tricks that weaker
ones tried in vain to emulate. I did my best to induce
the lady to take the rod and help herself to minnows,
but she sat down on the grass, folded her hands, and
said, ‘If you don’t mind I would prefer to sit and
watch.’

The nervous tension caused by all and sundry of
these circumstances so magnified the importance of
success that it could scarcely have been greater had
I been trying a second cast over a salmon that had
been rested after a rise. Fancy the ridiculousness of
the scene! Here was a loving wife sitting in judgment
on her husband’s capabilities in the art of angling
by his success or failure to catch a minnow. The
husband was at full length amongst the high grass
with only so much of the arm, that held the two joints —
of a rod, hanging out over the high bank as might be
mistaken for a boy’s. My crawling to this position
was much approved and elicited, ‘Well stalked, Phil.’

The impaled bead of paste was seized directly
it reached the water and a fish was hooked; but ~
to get him on the bank—the line being long and
the rod short—a good round swing of my arm was
necessary. Up it came, and, as I rolled over to follow
my swinging arm, I saw the fish continue its flight much ~
beyond the measure of my snare, so I was quickly up
and searching the spot where it had dropped. Nell

~ helped and spoke kind words of commiseration, but
we did not find the treasure. After that we were part-
ners again; she stood expectant, and each time I sang —
out, as I rolled over, ‘Here he comes,’ she watched the a

| flight and captured the minnow. a

‘It was now my turn to wait on a fisher who, full :
of expectation that the bold biting perch would be —
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“float’s going round and round the eddy without a sign
of interference. To make sure the minnow I had put

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on the hook had not escaped, she lifted her rod until .

he came to view, and then the float went on its journey-
ing again until, with patience exhausted, she laid down
the rod and asked, ‘Why has the pool so altered?
It does not seem the same.’ It did not, for when we
left it, a short half-hour since, the fish were feeding
in all directions and the surface of the water was
covered with overlapping rings that were frequently
broken through by shadows of flitting birds. Now
over everything there seemed to have fallen the hush
of sleep. I suggested lunch, but curiosity—not mine
—insisted on my peeping to see if there were any
perch near the hook. I did as I was bid, with my
stronger eye focussed through bent fingers, but I could
_ see only one fish, a perch, and that so diseased that in-
its apparently blind wanderings it had great difficulty
‘in keeping from toppling over to the wrong way up.

“What do you see that interests you so?’

‘A poor old humpbacked perch attacked by fungus,’
_ was my reply.

‘Let me see, and so it came about that another
_ pair of arms came next to mine upon the wall to
rest a chin on. The cruel parasite showed white
_ upon the gills and fins of its victim and readily attracted
notice.

‘Oh, Phil, how fearful is old age and decrepitude
_ forsaken; they have all left him. Ugh! What an
end! I’d sooner death came here and now while I’m
_ young and cared for, wouldn’t you?’

“What's that, Nell? How can we die young when
we have been married folk these thirteen years?
_ And how about the bairns, little woman?’

_ ‘Oh yes, what a selfish thought! I will not think
like that again.’

There was silence for a time; then quite suddenly,
‘Thirteen and seventeen are only thirty, sir, and I have

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been told I do not look near that age, and that noone _

would imagine that I was the mother of six children.’

Another time of silence followed and another change
of mood.

Our lunch was a happy one, and it was a sweet
cigar, so the wife said, that I smoked while she talked
and added to her crochet work. Amongst other
things, she told me that I was looking better, getting
quite a colour, and then, in quite a different voice:
‘Why, Phil, you have gray hairs. That's worry and
long hours in horrible, smoky London. I wish we had
been farmers. What will be the use of money when
health is gone?’

I did not answer, for my early rising, with its excite-
ment, the murmurs of the weir, my comfortable
position, and the wife’s soothing voice, caused me to
slip away in sleep. How long I slept or how great
the burden of my head had grown the selfish man
would probably never have asked, but, fortunately for
love’s long-suffering, the sleep was broken by, ‘Hallo
there! Hallo, you fishers! We have brought some
tea and cakes. Hallo! where are the fish?’

Our host and hostess as they stepped from the
wagonette were in no way an unusual couple to look

upon, for they had paired as is the custom, the longest |

with the shortest. The deity supposed to be respon- —

sible for this should be pleased with the result as the
love of the six feet three of man for the five feet one
of woman was great, while his fair-haired, sweet-
tempered, little wife loved every inch of her slim giant
with only this reservation—apparently she loved his
tallest inches most, for her eyes dwelt oftenest upon
his curly head.

Our host’s question was answered by my wife’s
beckoning finger and by her ‘Come this way and I will

show you.’ The new arrivals followed, and the tall

one had to bend acutely somewhere about the middle

of his height to reach a stout cord which. he was told 3

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to haul, ‘and you will see what you will see,’ As his
back straightened a perforated bait-can came up,
shed its watery contents, and showed some dozen

- flopping minnows, one of which I placed upon the perch

hook, which I found was bare.
‘Oh, give over now; have your tea; and then

| drive home with us; and you and I’—addressing me
_ —‘will shoot a few rabbits.’

I consented to go with him for rabbits provided

_ he would moderate his pace to that of cousin Jim’s.

The first half of our tea and cake was buttered
with much friendly banter on how we had spent the
day and as to the disposal of our fish, and probably
the second half would have been so flavoured had not |
an innocent asked, ‘Why is cousin Jim’s pace to be
adopted ?’

The long man coughed, and the short one gave
the reason,—

“You must see, ladies, that this elongated man is

a good eight inches longer than myself, and I have ©

more than once been sorry that those inches are all
in his legs, for I have, when walking standing beans
with him, missed easy shots and lost much moisture.
I am therefore grateful to Jim’s dog for teaching him
that, when shooting, the pace to walk up game is that
which suits the shortest legs. Jim, who is slightly
podgy—I mean it kindly, Jim—and three inches
shorter than I, was a sight that moved my pity when
he was swinging for a turn, on a certain hot September
day, next to George. I knew he would have to give
in, but it was none the less pathetic to see him and his

_ dog halt in mid-field. Jim’s spaniel was the best-

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broken dog I ever knew; nothing would cause him to
break away, or stray more than a dozen yards for the
hottest scent, unless urged to seek a wounded bird,

_ but he was sorely tried by this sudden halt, coming

without apparent cause, and when he sat up and

_ saw the man on stilts still going on, he commenced

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to whine and howl, fearing his master meditated —
going home. This proved so startling to the birds ~
that coveys rose in all directions and the field was —
spoilt. After that Jim’s pace was studied and, as ©
a consequence, the shooting much improved.’

I had much more to say but a whirr, some foot in —
length, and then a longer whirr, told that a fish of
some weight was on the line. I am pretty nimble, —
but the trifling detour round the spread china gave —
some one else as quick as myself a start, and Nell —
had the rod before me. We crowded round, and there
was some surprise that, even when the fish turned
a somersault in the air, I offered no advice. I knew
that the slightest chance of a success all her own
would be preferable to interference however help-
ful.

She fought the battle with varying hopes, made acute
by the knowledge that it was a trout of seven pounds
at least that had leapt so high. To watch the struggle
was sufficient to excite hopes and fears alternately.
The slack line, so long in coming taut, paled the
fisher’s face, and then a rush and second leap spun
the reel with vigour and flushed her face with hope,
and she relieved her lungs with a breath to say, ‘I have
him still.’ Knowing the treacherous bottom to which
the fish dug his way so many times, and the slender

wrist that held the rod, seconds seemed minutes tome

and the battle terribly prolonged.

While I was waiting for a chance to net the fish,
he once came so near that I could see the worn slender
hold the hook had, and, no doubt, the fisher saw it too,
for after that she lessened her opposition to the fish’s
will. I feared the consequence of this would be that
he would seek for safety once again near the bottom,
and my hope of ever netting him faded, but, fortunately,
he had not sufficient breath remaining to do more than
circle round near the surface. There are those whosay
fish may gain their second breath if given a too easy

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time, but my experience teaches that a game fish needs
little spurring beyond his dread of being held.

Gentle as the handling was, the fish soon after this
came on its side and, by a slight strain on the line,
was being brought inch by inch towards the net—

and in an instant more it would have been in it—when
he lifted his head and banged it back in such a way that
a loss was certain had not the angler been watchful
and dropped the rod point in the nick of time. This
movement of the head extended wavelike along the
‘body to the tail and gave an impetus to the oncoming
fish that caused it to glide by the net too fast for me
to dare to make a try for him, although I knew there
was danger of his coming to the bank amongst the
overhanging docks and grasses. The angler’s efforts
told and the line only shaved the tips of the obstructions
as the fish made the turn and, in doing so, gave me my ©
chance. I got the bulk within the ring, and, as I lifted
higher, the nose and tail slid after the bending body
to the bottom of the net.

The salmon has been given without cavil the title
‘King of Fishes,’ and I think the Thames trout should
be crowned their Queen. Was there ever a queen more
coy and shy than they are, or one that fought more
gallantly for liberty than this one had? No queen
Was ever more perfect in form or bedecked in more
lovely garb—at least so I thought—than the one that
lay upon the grass while three excited folk did what
might well have passed for a war dance round the
victor of the fight.

Flushed and almost breathless with excitement,
the happy fisher round whom we capered asked how

much the fish would weigh, and, when our host
prophesied that it would turn the scale at nine pounds,
her pride burst out,—

“Why, Phil, that beats your biggest, doesn’t it?’

_ ‘Even were that not so, dear, my duty would cloud
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our hostess, who answered,—
‘Kiss him, Nell, for his honesty.’ |
This reward might have been mine had not the
giant interfered with— mo
‘Box his ears, Mrs Geen, and give me the kiss.’ —
This suggestion attracted attention, and we were
all in time to see the speaker's chin come up with —
a snap as if the owner of it was astonished that it ©
should have dropped while he was only thinking. —
I know now that my friend has a face that auto- —
matically puts on a look to fit the occasion. His —
wife knew it then, apparently, for she said, “Your —
innocent face would not save your ears if we could ~
but reach them. Kiss you indeed! had we a ladder
we would both mount it and box your ears. But,
George, are you not forgetting Wilson? He is there —
by this time.’ i
‘Oh, yes, I had quite. Now then, you fishers, pack —
up your rods and come along.’ |
We were soon being bumped from here to there ~
and back again on the seats of the carriage as the —
driver negotiated, as speedily as he might, the grass- —
grown rutty lane that leads to and from the meadows. —
The high double banks that hedge this old-world road —
and the rush-grown ditches whence they have been —
thrown afford splendid hiding-places for artful running —
pheasants when October comes and the wood is shot. 3
Foxes have a great liking for these double banks, and —
it was not at all uncommon for Carlo and Dash, a useful |
couple of Cocker spaniels, to turn one out of them. —
An aged, yard-hunting, mangy beast that had vexed —
our host for a long time, had made a home in them,
but, although often seen, he could not be trapped or ©
shot. I had seen him break cover more than once ~
and canter off in quite a leisurely way too far ahead —
to be in any danger. 1
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_ of the lane by an unusual route before the dogs were
_ put to work, and, as I stood hidden, I could have made
a varied bag had it not been determined that nothing
_ was to tempt me but the mangy fox. While the coming
guns were still a long way off, | distinctly heard a move-
ment amongst the rushes in the ditch not twenty yards
away, and, after a moment’s holding of my breath,
I saw the big red beast go off with swishing tail. All
_his side was offered, so 1 could not miss. I shot him
forward and he dropped dead.
My presence proved a stop to a variety of game,
and the shooting became frequent as the guns neared
the spot where [ had stood. Somehow the shooting
of the fox, mangy as he was, had lulled my desire to
shoot, and I stood some distance from the bank and
watched the doings of our host and Wilson. As they
-neared the end the dogs set up a noisy yapping, and
George called out, ‘There’s a big otter going down the
ditch.’ This call roused me, and I was prepared to
shoot, for I have no love for the cruel beast that eats
of his living victim until it dies and then seeks a fresh
one. He came my way, and, as he crossed the path
to the river, I got a full view and shot him, and more
remarkable than this double achievement is the fact
that on the same day, in the following year, at the
same spot, I shot another otter.
_ This lane has a reputation, well deserved, for har-
_ bouring in its ivy-clad trees, moth-eaten oaks and elms,
_and sedgy ditches, every variety of feathered creature _
that visits the Thames valley. November fogs bring
_woodcock and snipe. Now, as we drove beneath the
shadow of the ancient trees, startled rabbits, some so
small that only ear-tips were seen above the grass,
scudded across to their burrows.
_ Mr Wilson was at the stable door, when George
and I got there, giving directions to the stableman.
On his turning and seeing us he nodded and entered
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ailing horse, which turned its head as if to listens hey Ne
said, ‘I don’t think there is much the matter, George. :
I have sent William to get a bran mash with a handful |
or two of scalded oats in it. I have given him a dose. a
In two hours’ time give him the other. I am coming ©
this way in the morning, and will have another look 4
at him.’ . i

Mr Tom Wilson, veterinary surgeon, farmer, —
cricketer, and all-round sportsman, is a man of few
words, and those so modest that you might not be
impressed by them were they not emphasised by ~
every feature of his face. His reputation as a vet. —
is great, and it is thought that he has no equal as —
a sportsman in all the country round. There is great —
rejoicing by the opposing side when his wicket falls, —
and the pace and break of his deliveries are very —
disconcerting. He fishes, but it is of his shooting —
I wish to tell. oe

I have heard it said that doctors get callous to —
their fellow-creatures’ pains. I do not believe it. —
Tom Wilson, surgeon to the lower animals, was certainly —
not so affected by his daily contact with his patients, —
for it was his kindly thought for their sufferings and —
his horror of giving them pain that made him so near |
perfection as a shot. His pity was great for the man —
who shot wildly into a twirling covey, while he felt
something stronger for a thoughtless shooter who could —
fire at a going bird fifty yards away, and lay claim to —
having hit it. I have seen him walk a field and not —
raise his gun when the other shooters have been busy. —
He told me he would sooner walk all day and not dis- —
charge his gun than fire a shot that he could not hope -
to kill clean with. There is nothing new in Thomas H
Wilson’s theories, but it is a pleasure to see
them put into practice in such thorough fashion _
as his.

‘Have you caught the big trout yet?’ was his a a
address to me as he shook my hand after his

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directions for the horse’s care had been given.
‘No,’ I said, ‘and I have given up all hope of ever
doing so.’

His look at me was so searchingly professional
that I put out my tongue and offered him my wrist.

- “You won't find the cause of his despair on his tongue

_ nor in his wrist, Tom,’ said George; ‘it’s in the house.

Come in and I'll show you.’
We found the ladies in the dairy weighing the

_ fish, and the result proved the prophet’s prophecy
so nearly correct that it only wanted two ounces

more to fulfil it. Wilson looked sceptical when told
who had made the capture and that no aid had been.

_ given nor offered. Nell noticed this, and asked,—

‘Do you think it so very wonderful, Mr Wilson?’
“Your having caught the fish, Mrs Geen, does not

| In the least surprise me. I was only wondering how
you kept your nerve with these two men around.’

‘I had something to do with that,’ said our hostess.

‘I held on to George’s coat-tails or I really believe

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he’d have gone in.’
“With little risk, I expect; he could walk most
depths here, I should think. Well never mind, Geen, -

_ there's another whopper waiting for you at Rushey,
_ and, I say, that terror of a pike at Radcot Bridge has

thinned another brook of ducklings. Arnold swears

_ he'll shoot the beast if he gets the chance. But I musi
_ be off. Good-bye, all.’
I must in fairness take my reader to the pool in

which this notorious pike wrought such havoc, and,

_ that he may fish with confidence begot of certaintv
_ that he is at the exact spot, I will give a photo of
it. But, mind you, this fish, if still alive, has in all
_ probability long since lost his taste for ducklings.
_Aged pike are all cannibals, and connoisseurs at that,

so the surest lure is their nearest relative.

The result of our drive to Rushey with George
and his wife for Wilson’s trout proved uneventful

asa fishing ating’ hue a ‘call we : ma on our home-
ward journey was the Sout: of a frienc ri
lasted for long years thereafter, to ye mutu:
- faction of all concerned, especially to a boy
_ who met in consequence of it, and became so co

with each other that they concerned themselve
eR else until they had solved the old problem in n the
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_ Amonc my happiest recollections of fishing outings

are those of roaching picnics, the participants in

which were three married couples. The exciting
feature of these outings was the stubborn contest

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_for the best take of fish, the incentive being the much-
prized honour of receiving a pair of gloves paid for
by the possessor of the second-best take, while the
owner of the least-esteemed catch had to provide
two pairs for each of the ladies.

It was the custom for us to call each other by our

shortest names—Jack, Ted, and Phil. It is very
pleasant to be so called by pretty lips and valued
- friends.

Jack’s uncle owned an estate, which Jack had good

reason to hope would some day be his, a part of which
is a wealth of rich meadow land, and through it a lovely
_ stream meanders, which in places i is narrowed and made

crooked by banks that have ancient pollard withies
dotted here and there, one of which has a wide opening

that shows its empty inside, wherein you might shelter
from a storm, while its shoots, grown to hurdle-making

- size, still give grateful shade or ‘shelter to the fisher

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who would try the eddying water at its roots.
Every bend has a pool, and in some of them the
water eddies quite bustlingly where the stream strikes

its outer edge, while near the bank it goes in amongst
_ the sedge and rush with scarce a breath of movement.

It gurgles and tumbles through the sluice gates, eddies
and foams at the tail of the pool there, and then

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glides off smoothly, carrying with it tenderly the newly

made flecks of foam.
It is the never-ending variety of features that our

rivers have that fascinates and brings back memories ~
of red-letter days ’midst similar scenes with comrades |

whose faces stand revealed with open lips as if to
speak. My memory of those who made up our roaching —
parties needs no such aid. I see them now bipihensacs
round Mrs Ted, who is offering ends of rolled-up papers,
the contents of which sent Jack up-stream, Ted down, —
and left me the middle beat.

Jack was one amongst the many practical fishers
of my acquaintance who had no faith in luck: ‘Another

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name for laziness, my boy,’ was his description of it; —

so he was a sticker hard to beat when he settled down
with his long bamboo. Although a great favourite

with the ladies in the intervals for lunch and tea they ©

deserted him quickly for Ted when the contest was
really on, as they could not understand his an$wers,

if answers they got, to their most bewitching notes —

when once his little red-tipped quill began to travel
down his swim.

Ted was very lucky, and believed in luck so stead-

fastly that he did the silliest things imaginable to
give it a chance of happening, and, strange to say,
luck so often came to him that he was never surprised
nor startled but accepted whatever it brought with
the utmost coolness as if he had expected it. Ladies
were ever welcomed by him; they in no way inter-
fered with his chances, as, at their approach, he laid
his rod down so as to hang out towards his float,
which was probably going round and round in an
eddy, while his winch hung prepared to call him when
the big fish which he expected took his hook.

Ted must be given credit that while his anxiety ©
to please the ladies was manifested in so many ways,
particularly by his studiously careful get-up, he was
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_ for piscatorial success. It was a delight to him to
_ think he had the best of fishing tackle, and I have
seen him beam with delight when a professional
fisherman, little likely to be surprised by any ordinary
- display, has said, ‘Never seen such a splendid lot of
useful tackle. Cost a heap of money, I’m thinking.
Does one’s eyes good to look at it. You should see the
rotten stuff some of ’em brings into this punt and you
wouldn’t be disbelieving the big fish they loses.’
_ My method of bank fishing for roach is not definable
by a name, as Jack’s and Ted’s are, as it does not
conform to either the Thames, Lea, or Trent style,
and yet it has, so I think, some of the advantages of
each. I use a sixteen-foot, light, cane rod, and a line
that is only a trifle shorter; thus, while obviating the
necessity of disjointing to land my fish, I am enabled
_ to cast well beyond my threatening pole. I can also,
without moving, fish well down towards the shallowing
end of the swim where the roach are apt to gather if
at all alarmed by such disturbance as the capture of
one of their number or, as may well be, by a sight of
_the ever-moving and overstretching rod. When the
float is nearing the limit of its journey I check it to
give the stream time to raise the bait and take it
forward beyond the attachment as it is then, and also
when the drawing back commences, that fish are
_ tempted most.

Jack’s beat that day included several deep slow
runs that suited well his style of fishing. He was
seated almost hidden amongst tall rushes with his
roach pole, a twenty-foot bamboo, which reached
beyond the belt of weeds that extended to near the
centre of the stream. His hair-line was of just suffi-
cient length to leave twelve inches between the float

-—a small porcupine—and the tip of the rod. The
float was weighted with four small shot that sunk it
to within a quarter of an inch of the surface, and, as

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followed without the slightest shake so as to be as
little disturbing as possible to the fish it travelled —
over. A short-shanked, round-bend hook, that was —
easily hidden in a pea of paste, was his favourite, and
no persuasion would affect his choice in favour of the ~
more certain hooker—the long-shanked Crystal. :

Jack’s style did not appeal to Ted, who, lacking ~
in the dogged grit to enable him to sit for hours to-
gether holding twenty feet of rod, preferred to roam
with one that measured only twelve, fitted with up- —
right rings, an easily-running winch, and a float that
carried weight suificient to be cast to a distance or go
long lengths down stream in search of fish. His ground
bait did not sink quickly, as Jack’s did; it went sailing
off to drop pieces here and there along the course the
float would follow, and some of it, at times, reached
an eddy where it went round and round so attrac-
tively as to entice the chub to come from out sub-
merged boughs to fall a victim to the sly fisher who
increased his lure to meet their love of mouthfuls,
and it was in such fashion that he often beat patient —
Jack and little less patient Phil.

Unkind folk are apt to say that women do not really
love each other, but could they who think so have
seen the three ladies walking amidst the meadow
flowers with arms entwined they must have confessed
that here at least, where love showed so manifest,
there could be no room for the envy, jealousy, and
uncharitableness so much talked of.

Arms untwined and footsteps wandered, and visits
of encouragement were paid to the fishers. My
partner was giving ear to Ted, who was never so
real a fisher that he could not find time to talk silly
nonsense to any listener by the hour. ae
_ I have had many proofs that my rod and handy
method are much approved of by lady anglers. Mrs
Ted has told me that Ted’s rod, with its rings and
entangling line, is not nearlyso nice as mine, and that —

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she is sure she should never learn which way to turn

his winch, so no wonder that when sporting instincts
moved her she should come to fish with mine again.
I cannot portray her pretty face and pretty way when

- giving her command with tutored voice and gesture :—

Give me mine angle. We'll to the river. There
My music playing far off, I will betray
Tawny-finned fishes; my bended hooks shall pierce
Their slimy jaws: and as I draw them up

I’ll think them every one an Antony

And say, ‘Ah, Ah! you’re caught.’

There was grace in her every movement; even

_ the strike in response to the disappearing float was

as if her wrist were trained, and the skill of playing
what she hooked was all her own. Mrs Ted is a real
talker, and for half an hour or more on this occasion
the matter of her conversation and the music of her
voice, together with her pretty attitudes, were most

_ fascinating, but, strange to say, it suddenly came to

both of us to be dodging for a chance to get a look to
where Ted should be a-fishing. No male can,ever hope

to attain to the advantages that females enjoy in the

matter of seeing perfectly over either shoulder without

visible movement of their head or even the pupils of

their eyes.

Fickle Ted, who had left his rod to do the fishing,
was face to face with my little woman, to whom he
talked with tongue and arms with such eloquence
and wit that she laughed so loudly that we could
hear her, far as we were away; and we saw her step
back a little to encourage Ted to use his arms as he
loves to do when in full swing with merry talk. ‘Ted
calls that fishing, said Mrs Ted, addressing me in

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Mrs Jack whistles to her dog with such vigour
that he returns to her from the full length of the ~
longest meadow, but she can also give the sweetest —
little whistle to announce her coming to a friend, j
She came merely to ask how many fish I had, but |
before she clearly understood that there were four q
roach and three dace, indeed probably before she ©
knew there were seven in all, she had asked another —
question, expressed sympathy for my forsaken look,
and departed Ted-wards. Unfortunately, when she —
arrived there Ted’s ‘turn’ was over; the lady for whose
amusement he had sparkled so had left him, and he >
was listening to his prodigal returned.

Lunch beneath the shade of a bushy-headed concn
near a stream that brings a little breeze when the
sun is high and gives a golden heat, when the -air
quivers with visible vibrations as far as eyes can reach,
is a joy that should be shared, and is much enhanced
when those who share it are three happy couples —
whose present pleasure is a joint affair. :

The three hampers were three secrets to some of
us, but there must have been collaboration to pro- —
duce results that combined so nicely to make the
feast we sat at. The ladies had heard, and doubtless
remembered, Jack’s tale of a picnic where every one
brought something that he or she thought would, when
opened before the sitting group, be well received.

‘The first hamper,’ so ran Jack’s tale, ‘was brought
forward, and, amid expectant looks, was opened.
The result one might have thought would have been
delight to all, for all of those around were lovers of —
a pumpkin pie, and this one’s crust looked perfect;
but no one had a smile, and the hush that fell was
mournful. The bringers of No. 2 hamper were then
asked to show what they had brought, but protested
that they would not open it, as their share of that —
good meal was also pumpkin pie, and there could be
ne need of two. At that there came an exchange of mi

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looks, and this revealed the truth that every member
_ of the company had placed his hope of bringing a sur-
prise in pumpkin pie.’

_- There was no superabundance of any one confection
‘at our picnic, but a variety, not strictly necessary
_to stimulate our appetites. Of course Ted was presi-
_ dent—he is hard to beat in that position—and laughter
was loud and merry, and seemed likely to last well into
the afternoon, had I not reminded them there were
_tods to use and fish to catch. Even then they seemed
in no great hurry to move. Jack was anxious to give
_a tip of an expected boom which was lkely to mean
_ profit for him and others on the Exchange. Ted
turned to his wife and said, ‘Jack and his booms!
They're rather like our stage banquets, Kate—not
- over-fattening.’

“Actors ever know,’ came the retort, ‘how to play
any part in life better than those whose part it really
is, and are always confident that they can better
their instruction. If you would but follow my advice
wholly, Ted, and not in part, as you sometimes do,
_ you would find enough to feed on. When you have
_ made a lucky hit, through lack of confidence you put
but little in, and, what is worse, in total opposition
to my advice, at the first rise, you part instead of
holding.’

‘JT agree with you, Jack,’ said Mrs Ted, ‘and when
_he should have sold he has held, totally against even
my advice, until he has had a cheque for a few shillings
_ from the wreck at the wind-up.’

‘Better a cheque for shillings,’ chimed in Mrs Phil,
‘than postage stamps for pence. Eh, Phil? But
your experience was cheaply bought. Gambling is
_ better left to experts.’

___ “Dear, cautious little Devonshire,’ said Mrs jack.
_ ‘But, there, you men get back to your fishing now,
_ and we'll pack up to save your time, unless you are
_ content to leave Jack an easy first.’

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The hint was taken, and I was soon back to ray ah
fishing where five pollards form a willowy crescent, —
and make the water look dark and deep, as it was
there my hopes of fish were centred. Under th
aged senior of the five, that struggles on a a
skeleton of skin and crust, my life’s partner, afte
a while, came and sat, working at some trifle an
chatting to me; and so, no doubt, the afternoon
would have passed had we been the sole occupant
of the meadow, but our work was interfered wit
by a visit that ended in two ladies walking off leavin
me baiting a hook for Mrs Ted, who confided to me the
highly important news: ‘Ted is a regular bear ay
times.’

Had a fish resulted from each baiting our ashing 4
would have been a great success, but only two had
come to bank when a dark sultriness, followed by
big drops of rain, caused each lady to seek the partner —
whose chief duty is her protection. Mine was with
me quickly, and, after much persuasion, she stepped
inside the hollow trunk against which she had sat
earlier in the afternoon, and, when there, I tucked
her in, and turned her collar up until nothing below her
nose was visible, so I made a peck at that and said,
‘If you could only see how pretty you look in that
rustic shell you would never want to come out while
any one was looking on.’ There came a rumbling —
that was followed by a flash and the tree was empty —
in a moment. ;

I see its round bright yellow cupboard now and
hear the Devon voice pleading to be taken from ~
amongst the trees. Lightning was her greatest terror,
and it would have had to be such love and fear as
startles mothers into daring to bring or keep her near
trees when thunder rolled. So it was into the open —
she ran to stand the tempest out, and, while she was
there, the lightning flashed and quivered in the dark-
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M quickly, was awful when it came straight overhead,
‘but my companion’s fears fled at the comforting
assurance that, standing as we did, we should fare

_ alike.

_ The heavy rain had now its will with us, and we
were before long too wet for any further outdoor
pleasure, and, the remainder of our party having
fared but little better, it was decided to call the match
finished. The afternoon’s sport had not much altered
the positions of the contestants: Jack was easily
first and lucky Ted second.

Mrs Jack protested that it would be dangerous
for us to travel with wet shoes and damp clothes,
and that it would be wiser for us to go to the uncle’s
house for tea and get dried. She and Jack hurried
off to give notice of our coming, with the result that
their bachelor uncle stood waiting us with hearty
welcome, which was graciously responded to by Mrs
Ted, who, with him, led the way into a room in which

the fire sticks crackled loudly to give further welcome
and a promise of drier clothes for our journey
home.

It transpired that the partial deafness of our host
had prevented his understanding that we strangers

_ were married couples. That this was so we discovered
from his addressing Mrs Ted as Miss. Very quickly

_ thereafter that lady found out which ear of the old
gentleman was the more useful to him, and with
some cleverness managed to be seated next to it at
tea. She had the gift and training that enabled her
to modulate her voice to the exact key to suit the

drum of the most eccentric ear, and so successful was
she in this that the dear old gentleman soon ceased
to make a trumpet of his hand and was, no doubt,

beginning to believe that his hearing had much im-

_ proved, until Mrs Jack, who had made several

_ ineffectual attempts on his denser ear, resorted to a high
pitch which caused her uncle to protest: ‘My dear

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Alice, I am not so deaf as that; talk a little jane, Ps
dear.’

Mrs Jack tried again to get her informing sugges-) —
tion home—‘You should invite Mrs to bring her —
children to spend a day with you, uncle.’ |

The lady referred to prevented any chance o
this being heard by means of a very musical laugh, —
and, with still a smile upon her face, spoke from her
advantageous position, “Your niece is kind enough ~
to suggest that you should ask me to come and se ony
you again some day that you may show me over your
dear old house, and let me see your wonderful cattle _
that Jack has told me so much about.’ |

Her hearer’s face beamed, and he turned to Mrs a
Jack, and, while patting her hand, said, ‘Quite ay ~

Alice, a very good idea.’

So good did he consider it that he gave the invita-
tion there and then, and added, ‘And mind you I -,
soon, my dear.’ %

‘I believe Kate would make an Egyptian mummy i
turn his head to listen to her,’ said Mrs Jack. “Give
her a nod or wink to stay her pace a bit, Ted.’ Ted &
only smiled, and Mrs Jack was thrown back upon her
wit. She was in deep thought for a moment; then — i
nudging her uncle she pointed to her wedding ring an ;
then to Mrs Ted’s hand. He quickly turned, and ~
seeing the plain gold ring amid its gmmed companions,
started with a smile of mock rebuke that came toa
pouting O, and then burst into laughter in which we
all joined. We rose from the table, still laughing, the
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CHAPTER VIII

JACK OR PIKE?—OUR DOCTOR STEALS A DAY—
THE DUCK SHOOT

Is there any one who can say definitely at what period
of its life or at what stage of its growth a jack should
be deemed worthy to be called a pike? The general
answer to this ever-recurring question is, ‘Well! I call
the little ones “‘jack’’ and the big ones “‘pike.”’
It must be quite forty years since I was first so
answered. I had recently been elected President of
a London Angling Society; I don’t know why I was
_ elected, but I remember that I gave such satisfaction
to a member that he proposed my re-election, and,
while doing so, said he felt sure that members generally
would agree with him that I had fulfilled the duties of
the position to the best of my ‘debility.’ The roars
of laughter that greeted this caused the speaker to
be at a loss for the word he desired to substitute,
and the suggestions that were showered upon him by
his brother members could only make his confusion
worse confounded, so no wonder that his next attempt
was as funny as his first. He laughed himself.
It was while filling this office that I learnt it to be
_ infra dig., indeed most scathing, to call a brother
_ member’s jack a ‘pike’ unless its size was something
considerable. Efforts were made by discussions,
resolutions, and amendments to fix a weight that
should divide the names. A member, who devoted
much time to this fish, suggested three pounds, and
that only those beyond that weight should be eligible
to be shown in the club-room. A wag killed this, to
_ my mind, excellent suggestion by drawing all sorts of
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were it adopted. He kept the members and, I must
confess, the President, in an uproar of laughter, and —
then wound up with what he was pleased to term otal |
pathetic side of this proposal.

“You go out with your brother members to ho
in the pike competition, and what was your excuse —
at home? Why, of course you can hear yourself —
a-saying it, ““The first prize is a china tea-service,
and I stand a chance, dear.” What then? Why
you gets a jack; leastways, it would have been a
jack had you not entertained this resolution, and
now what is it? Why, a pike, three pounds two ounces, ~
three pounds jack and two ounces pike; and it’s on
those two ounces that the china tea-service hangs. —
Can’t you see yourself nursing those two ounces in
damp handkerchiefs, one of them borrowed from your
chum, that they may remain with you until weighing:
in time? They won't, unless a miracle happens. i =
have heard it said that it’s a d——d bad ike that
won’t increase in weight after capture, and to hear
some men talk they continue growing for years after,
My particular chum, Banfield, there, for instance;
he isn’t a big man, but he is the biggest authority,
for his size, that I know of on the growth of captured
fish; what he has caught have grown by leaps and ~
bounds; but that might not happen to the one on
which the tea-service hangs; so don’t wait for miracles,
keep it in constantly moistened handkerchiefs with
its mouth wide open and hope that something wil “3s
drop into it.’ ‘oe

Men, middle-aged men, and old men, too, grow
very boyish by a week’s feasting on the sweet imagin-
ings of what may happen on the day for which they
have a permit to fish a water where the fish seldom ~
see a rod, and, indeed, where education in matters
piscatorial has been so much neglected that the most _
ancient of them are as innocent as newly-hatched ag
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youth from day to day even in my doctor, who can

hide behind a stolid face the keenest pangs of sympathy —

and yet gets almost childish in his anxiety for the

_ three dozen dace that are perfectly happy in my bath,

where their forms, outlined against the white enamel
sides, give promise of much strong hauling of the float.

The glorious uncertainty of the age and size that
the voracious pike, which eats up all else, may live

_ to grow to lends fascination to the search for a forty-

pounder. I know of one that weighed thirty-eight,

but that has been already caught and stuffed, not

by the doctor nor myself; it’s a bigger one we are
aiter, and we have the permit to fish where it is most
likely to be found. Who would not be excited and go
up two steps at a time to see if the shoal of dace we

_ are to go armed with are faring well? We got quite

skittish and very young, and the attentions we required
during the preparations and for the start equalled, if

_ they did not exceed, those demanded by a wedding

morning, and the doctor was so much affected that his
wife assured me she would be very thankful when
he was really off. We were going, at least we thought

_ we were, when a lady patient sent for the doctor and,
no doubt, told him she would die if, etc., etc., so

our going was delayed until the next afternoon, and
Wwe missed ‘a tide’ that might have led us on to
that forty-pounder; instead of which Well!
I will not anticipate.

I never feel sure of the doctor until the train has
started. He was at the station in good time, but
I got a fright even then, for when I first caught sight

of him he was emerging from the telegraph office,

_ but, as I learnt afterwards, it was to supplement his

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telegram of the day before, to the keeper, which said,
‘Cannot come to- -day,’ with another saying, ‘Coming
down this afternoon.’

The man who met us and took possession of our
precious bait had a most doleful face, and well he ©

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might, for on the morrow the farmers on the estate —
were to have their day’s duck shooting on the lake. ~
My companion saw nothing in this to prevent our —
fishing; indeed he showed no alarm until the keeper —
told us that it would be as well to be on the water by ~
daybreak as possibly we might desire to leave when ~
those shooters got to work. ~ a
Some men shine in all positions and are stars in
all companies; they seem to glide through every affair
of life with the ease with which polished ivory makes
its way. I am not so happy; I confess I have often
wished myself somewhere else, but I don’t remember
ever having done so while staying at a country inn.
The doctor, too, seems quite happy in the smoke-
room, and I don’t wonder, as it must be a pleasant
change for him to be so near ruddy faces, robust health,
and loud, honest voices. |
The smoking-room we entered after dinner was —
so full that my companion, after looking in, turned ~
back, but the chorus of voices that called after him,
‘There’s a chair vacant, sir, caused us to carry out ~
our first intention of being listeners to agricultural —
talk. Efforts were made by our neighbours, on either
side, to start a conversation with us, but the market, —
its prices, seductive offers for unsold lots, and inquiries ~
for sound meadow hay, soon engrossed them, and when
these bargainings simmered to a settlement the more
general questions, rents and the price of wheat, were _
talked of in louder voices. Many seemed to think
that farming could not be profitable so long as a ~
farmer could buy foreign grain cheaper than he could ~
grow it. Many were of opinion that wheat could not —
be grown profitably under forty shillings, and there
was an almost universal opinion that rents were still
far too high. The biggest man in the room, a very big _
one, smoked his pipe and drank his toddy with the —
beamiest countenance imaginable, and, although more _
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hat. Excitement grew by degrees until the more
vigorous speakers thumped the tables and made the

glasses and their stirring spoons jump, and every
time this happened the big man moved his hat again,
sometimes backward, at others forward, until his
eyes were almost hidden. A speaker desired to know,
with a thump that made all the tables shake, ‘What
do the Tory party mean by putting a shilling on wheat
and then taking it off again? Rents too high, I should
think they be, and I should like to hear anybody say
they baint.’

I could not keep my eyes from the direction of
the curly-brimmed beaver which had moved in answer
to every talker; it moved this time into a new position,
quite on one side, and this movement seemed to have
been noticed generally and taken as a sign that the
wearer was about to speak. There was a call of ‘Order,
order for Mr Watts.’ Without rising Mr Watts brought
a thick voice from somewhere, many buttons down,
that said, ‘I’ve been thinking, and I’ve thought so
before, that the comforts of a glass of grog, or it may
be two, gives us a liking for just one more before we
toddle, and when we have got to a real liking for
it we don’t like rents at all. How would it be now
if we each settled what rent we should pay instead
of Squire’s doing it? There be some in this room,
I don’t mention names, that are pretty warm; some
of it in the bank and perhaps the missus a tidy bit
in the stocking, who after they had driven the dear
old Squire into the workhouse would begrudge to
pay the poor-rate.’ Then he rose, tugged the creases
from his waistcoat, and added, ‘Them that’s going to
the shoot has had enough, and so has them as baint.
I be going home, so ‘‘Good-night.”’ ’

_ When the doctor is my companion he plans and
orders to my perfect satisfaction; he has such a taking
Way, especially with women-folk, that he gets all nF
asks for. Had it been my duty to have order

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breakfast to be ready an hour before the first eins
I should have approached the subject with whispering —
humbleness, and then very probably have compromised —

by suggesting a later hour. Punctual to the minute,

with every requisite in its place, we sat down to —

a breakfast that would have stood the searchings of
broad daylight without a fault being found in it,
and the waiting-maid was as spruce as spruce could be,
and wore such a pleasing smile that all our compunc-

‘tions at having brought her from her warm bed so

early on a frosty morning fled.
The keeper came for us at the time appointed,
and brought in with him the first whiff of the change

going on outdoors. His face was red with cold and ~
his hands needed much rubbing, at least I thought so —

from the lengthened time he rubbed them; but my

friend understood the symptoms better and ordered —

him a glass of rum, and the rubbing ceased. t

‘The first streaks of dawn were rising as we left
our quarters, and above our heads, in the spaces
between the broken clouds, clusters of faintly shining
stars helped to give some light to the startling change

the night had brought. Snow had fallen, and whitened —

house-tops, trees, and hedges; so generously had it
come that our footsteps fell noiselessly excepting when
we crunched the ice in the hollow places of the road.

We stepped out briskly in the uncertain light and were —

soon at the lake, but not before the still hidden sun
had driven the stars away and so painted the clouds
that they foretold more snow or rain. .

My wonderment at the keeper’s readiness to par-
take of rum so early was lessened, and my respect
for him much increased, when I saw that the punt —
had been freed of snow and was clean and sweet- _
smelling. il

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I helped to start my friend, as he was unfamiliar with |

my wire arrangement that I think deceives the pike as
readily as fine blue gut, and, at the same time, frees
the user from all fear of its being affected by the
sharpest teeth.

The materials and method of putting together for
the snap I use are so simple and the carrying space
needed so small that I think you may like to try it;
so I will tell you of it here.
| take with me a dozen double hooks and a dozen

treble, all with eyes. The double hooks have a piece
of wire attached, one and a quarter inches long, includ-
ing the loop that ends it, which should be just of suffi-
cient size to slip over the eye of the treble hook, from
the eye of which a piece of wire comes to the sinker,
eighteen inches, and then a four-feet length from the
sinker to the swivel to which the line is to be attached.
Do not be afraid for the strength of this arrangement,
as the wire has proved strong enough for me to hold
and kill hundreds of large spring salmon without ever
breaking. I have broken rods and broken lines but
never once my wire.

There are some who have a strong preference for
a huge, fat, and gaudily painted float, and who delight
in watching the bobs and little waves it makes as the
bait tugs at it for freedom, but only a moment’s
thought is needed to lead one to prefer the longer and
more slender shapes that answer readily to the move-
ments of the lure. It is to the bait, by its movements
here and there, that you must look to find the pike,
therefore its load should clog it as little as may be
possible.

The line is a matter of even greater consequence
than the float, as one that sinks readily and fouls
itself in weeds must stay the progress of the bait
altogether. Have a silk line, dyed dark blue, and
filled with liquid mutton fat, and it will glide along
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this you are much aided in doing when you can see : 4

where your line is coming from.
__ ‘Any sort of rod will do for live-baiting for chico p
is quite a common saying, and, no doubt, were I called ©
upon to earn a livelihood by catching these fish I
should forgo the using of a somewhat costly rod that —
gives the maximum of pleasure in favour of a straight —
strong stick with which I could lift them out quickly.
A rod made for the purpose, and the best of these,
is the one to have: you will soon forget the cost in the
pleasure of its use. .

Our man was not so ready to condemn the wire
as I have found most of his class to be; even when ~
asked his opinion he opened and closed his mouth ~
twice before he ventured the remark that he was
not yet acquainted with it; but he added, withashake —
of his head: ‘As you know, sir, we have some big :
uns in this lake.’ :

The doctor was pleased with his rig-out, and ex- ~
pressed his thanks by saying: ‘You are a good sort,
my boy.’ ‘J

I replied that I had often been told that, but so
_ far as I could remember it was always when conceding
starts. |

‘Another word, Geen, and I wont—— Look #
at my float, old fellow. See it! see it! What does — é
it mean? There’s something at it.’ 'F

‘It means, my friend, that a long dark form with ~—
a villainous mouth and wide staring eyes is following
your bait and slowly getting nearer and nearer, ready ~
to pounce.’ ;

By this time the float was on its side, and the bait
upon the surface, where it fluttered fora moment and
then was carried down. The noise the winch made —
resounded on the dark lake, where every sound was ~
heard with weird distinctness, and when it ceased I
could hear the droppings on the water from a tree over- e
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noisy protest against its boisterous use, and the battle
which ensued gave me hope that the doctor hada
fish on as big as any of those he has imagined when
telling me his fairy tales.

‘Don’t hold on him too hard, sir. Don’t risk any-
thing; plenty of time,’ said the nervous keeper.

‘Are you sure your wire will hold, Geen?’

‘Hold?—yes. If the hooks but keep their hold
we shall soon see what’s frightening the pair of you.’

The jerking of the fisher’s too stiff rod (I like a more
supple rod that clips and never jerks) was lessening
the fish’s journeyings, and now and then it broke the
water with a huge tail that made waves to right and
left of it that showed up boldly on the smooth water.
I had hoped to gaff it, but the keeper was holding the
gaff and looking with firm set mouth to where the fish
was circling round making fruitless efforts to get a
downward plunge.

The deed is done, and the sportsman is sitting with
his hands upon kis knees saying something to himself
and gazing on the fish that can now only flop its tail
near its captor’s feet.

‘A drop of whisky, old fellow, please,’ were his
first audible words, and they so startled me that I
stared at him until he smiled and winked; then
I handed him a flask and watched him help himself
to such a liberal dose that I could not help saying :—

“And you 8 the man ee has caused me to say

‘no’ and ‘‘no’’ and ‘‘no’’ when a salmon has lain
upon the nas by epicbice to me that spirits were
poison, and deadly poison before lunch, and now you
call for it because you have caught a pike.’

“You don’t understand, Geen. I am not taking
this stuff because 1 have caught a fish but because
the catching of it has made me need it; unless I am
content to wait patiently while my nerves shake off
their shakiness I must take a little just to stifien
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know what fluttering means, I should not do so, —

A tablespoonful more, please, Geen, if you have not

put the flask away. I may not catch a fish like that —

again.
‘Excuse me; if I understand your logic, it’s not
because you may not catch another fish like this

that you wish for another dose, but because you wish

to try for it as quickly as you can.’

‘Put to, Geen, and we'll start fair. It’s a grand
fish. You think it’s twenty three or four pounds, ~

don’t you, keeper?’

“He’s quite that, sir, but there are some a-waiting ~

that’s twice his weight. I wouldn’t waste time, sir;

you'll be able to look at it again when you get it —

home.’

look at it again when I get it home.’

I was too busy to talk beyond asking for one of ©

the largest baits, which | put on a snap and cast it

well out, and then handed the doctor his rod. ‘Please

don’t waste time, friend; up you get, and I gave
him a helping hand.

‘Get to work yourself, my boy, catch a fish like | b.
mine, and then talk to me that have got a twenty-

- four ‘pounder,’

I was busy getting ready when I heard him say:
“Where’s my float gone?’ and, in reply, the keeper
hurriedly remarked: ‘It’s gone, sir, and I wouldn't
be surprised

The fisher did not wait to hear further, but struck
excitedly and with violence sufficient to dislocate

a jaw, and more than sufficient to rid himself of the ©

half-pound dace I had put upon his hook, and, when
he found his line come too easily in answer to his
drawing, he exclaimed :—

‘I’m smashed, old man; the beggar has gone off
with all the lot.’

‘Did you feel it? Was it heavy?’ were the conly

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questions that I asked, but I supplemented them with :
‘Next time your float goes under, tighten your line
and wait until you feel a stronger pull than your
bait can give.’

My friend was in great form after the taking of
his first fish, and, when he got a second of nine pounds
before I had a run, he had much to say. He became

quite eloquent on the merits of stiff rods, and wound
that subject up by asking me, ‘What’s the use of a rod
that grips if it does no gripping?’ and then, without
waiting for reply, he turned his attention to my float
and tried his best to delude me into striking at its antics.

Fortune came to me just as my companion’s tongue

was broaching Theory v. Practice. My float, that had
cut so many capers, relieved of its load by ‘the rising
of the bait, toppled on its side and disappeared.
I allowed the fish to draw quite three yards of line and
then struck as near as I could in the opposite direction
to where it pointed, and, as it continued on its course,
I struck again and held to it as tightly as I dared until
I felt the fish shake its head, and then I knew he had
spit the bait out and was hooked. After a little coaxing
the doctor took my rod and confessed, when he had
killed the fish, thirteen pounds, that there was a greater
pleasure to be got from my pliant rod than ‘from his
stiff one. While I was holding his I felt almost sure
a small fish was worrying his bait, so I brought it
back little by little and, when near, we saw a jack, ©
not more than a pound, trying to compass the centre
of the dace with its little jaws. The bait was very little
damaged, but I was proceeding to substitute another
when the doctor said: ‘What! going to change it,
Geen? Don't, please. I’ve nevér known a jack-
marked bait fail to catch a fish. Here, take back your
rod and give me mine.’
His belief in teeth-marked baits was strengthened
almost immediately, and he did not forget to say, ~
“What did I tell you?’ as he struck in answer to a pull.

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At first he thought it a heavy fish, and then a light one i :
as he continued to turn his reel homewards without, —

as yet, its having given the slightest outward noise.

He wound in until his float came to view, near the ~

punt, and deep down I could see first his bait and then
the jaw that held it.
‘Why, it’s a big one,’ I said. ‘Be gentle with it,

the bait is across its mouth.’ But the fish had seen

us and was off with his prize at such speed as spun
the reel with some vigour, and as, when the rush was
over, he continued to forge ahead, I told the doctor

to give him a good dig. The stroke was given and the ©

angler, having now every confidence in his tackle,
held his fish so tightly that it was forced to the surface,
where it rolled and splashed. This brought a warning
from me, and, almost simultaneously, another sort
of warning came from guns and falling shot.

‘Don’t be frightened, sir,’ said the keeper, ‘they

won't be along here yet; take your time with him.
They ve come early enough to-day.’

But my companion was a little bit scared, and his —
third fish, eleven pounds, received but scant ceremony.

The keeper had foreseen there would be need for
either watching the shooting at a distance or moving
to a pond about half a mile off. The accounts he
gave of it decided us to go and try our luck there,
but, before we went, we stood behind trees and saw

’ tamely flying ducks drop one by one in answer to

a continuous fusillade.
It is a kindly custom that gives the tenants on

an estate a day’s duck shooting in the home park; ©

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and there is, no doubt, much wisdom in fixing the ©

hour of starting at eleven, by which time the early ©
risers have had opportunity to forward many matters —
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_“forarder’ and ripe to down the duck, no matter the

distance or direction.

_ The farmers were having a grand time; the duck
were plentiful and strangely tame, and every bird that
rose Called forth a volley from hidden marksmen, some
of whom fired late as if in gleesome response to the
resounding cracks of their neighbours’ guns. Drippings
from the trees above had long since ceased, so there

could be no mistake that what was dropping from

them were shots that had come across the water, and
one of these planted in an eye would be very painful.

The disappointing way in which the birds flew
annoyed me until I was quite put out and asked for
explanation.

‘Tell me, keeper, why don’t your duck mount
and clear off instead of making flights a moorhen
would be ashamed of?’

“Well, sir, you see, thay are a pinion short; we
cuts the first joint from one of their wings when they
are young.’

The matter thus explained, I had to move. Keen
as | am at most kinds of sport, I sicken in a moment
at others. What more glorious than a frosty morn-

_ing’s tramp round rushy swamps where at any moment

the dogs may give you a chance at duck; and how

happy one can be during a long forenoon, without

having had a shot, though as keen as Nature intended
us to be to put something in the larder! But how

can there be pleasure in a sport where the animal

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has no chance?

We started to try the smaller water, and, while
going there, the subject of conversation was guns
and accidents. Guns were evidently a terror to the
doctor, and 1, having witnessed an accident with
a gun, have my respect for that instrument most

fully developed: when it is in safe hands I don’t

think of it, but when in a youngster’s hands and held

in my direction I squirm. The doctor rather liked

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the tale of the squire who, on being interrupted during |

dinner to be told that John Byles, a beater, had been
shot, said, ‘Oh, give him a rabbit, and who, on learning
that the man was badly shot, said, ‘D——— it, give him
two then.’

Shooting is a serious business, and there is no room
for larks nor negligence; you should be as smart in

handling your gun as if on parade and with the general’s

eye upon you. I would not say that occasion might
not arise for a bit of fun where a gun is involved, for

I was a witness to a little game of the late Mr T. Hoole

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when he was station-master at Wraysbury, where the |

River Colne passes close by. Being a keen fisherman,

he had a fisher’s eye for the river's visitors, whether —

they came on legs or wings. There was another official
at the station who sometimes disturbed duck, that
had come in the night to feed on the weedy shallow,

by the clang of altering signals. Now and then,

by a stealthy look round with a gun before com-
mencing work, he got a shot. Hoole, ever full of
tricks and fun, borrowed from Squire Walker's keeper
a decoy, the most natural imitation of a duck that
I had ever seen, and, while the shooter was off from
duty, fixed it to a sunken peg that had a staple,
through which a second cord ran from the bird to a
pale of the platform fence.

When the man came on duty he was told that
a duck had been seen from the bridge, and it was
from there he saw a movement amongst the rushes

in answer to the hidden string. He hurried to the

station-master, who was looking yery innocent, for

permission to fetch his gun, and, when he got the

answer, ‘Yes, you may, but don’t be long, he was —

off at a run, and was soon back, to find the duck
still there. He fired, and in response the bird went

under, head first, in the most natural way, to appear

again and get another charge of shot and dive again —

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‘I’ve winged him anyway, but, dang it, I have
no more cartridges.’ With that he hurried to Hoole,
asked permission, and ran off home again, to find
on his return the bird still swimming quite serenely.

_ Again.there was a bang and smoke, followed by a dive,

and then some one, no matter who, could not keep
his laughter back; then every one laughed and the
fun was over. He was the best tempered of fellows,
but the question, ‘Shot that duck yet, Bill?’ never
failed to rouse him.

We reached the pond, to find it about two acres
in extent, with its sheltered side, next to a planta-
tion, clothed with high rushes, the sight of which
somewhat restored equanimity to my friend who

had not taken well the enforced leaving of the lake

where he had been so successful. He had a long
look at his great prize before he followed my lead
and cast his bait towards the harbour in which our
hew hopes were centred. We then stood and smoked,
watching our floats gliding and bobbing in such
fashion as made us momentarily expect their dis-
appearance. Time disappeared but they did not,
so we took our guide’s advice and moved higher up,
taking our expectations with us. Here we met with

sport, and, almost simultaneously, hooked and
_ brought to land captures, which were not, however,

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fit company for those that lay beside the bait-can.
A further half-hour’s wait brought only one more,
and that, too, so small that we decided on devoting
our last hour to the lower end, where we met with that
end-of-day success which is so apt to give regrets and
cause us to say, ‘If we had only come here sooner !’
The snow that had frequently threatened us came
in earnest now, but the semi-darkness that it brought
did not affect the doctor’s luck, for he got two more
good fish, between nine and ten pounds each, while I
got one of seven, before the time arrived to put up rods.

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CHAPTER IX

A LEARNED EDITOR AND A CLEVER ARTIST DOWN
SALISBURY WAY FOR PIKE

AT all periods of my life I have been amongst those
who have a high esteem for the gifts and responsi-
bilities of those whose talents have brought them to
the front in journalistic work, either with their pens
or pencils. I have friends that write for papers, and
others that draw for them, but up to the day of which
I write I had never seen an editor; yet, strange to
say, I had the clearest notion, of my own creation,
as to what I should see when Fortune should bring
me face to face with one.

It happened that one of these friends, very clever
with his pencil, asked me to join him in pursuit of
pike in one of our kindly landowners’ preserves down
Salisbury way, but, before the day to start came
round, he told me that the editor of The
come with us, and asked me if I could be at Waterloo
to catch a ceftain afternoon train. Unfortunately

would

a circumstance had arisen that would prevent my

starting until the morning after, and, when I told

him this and it had been arranged that I should find —

him and his friend near a certain bridge, he offered

to take the baits with him, but, lacking in the confidence —

necessary to trust him with the whole of them, I
suggested his taking half.

‘But say, old man, supposing you don’t turn up,
what a fix I shall be in with Mr Editor !’

‘And supposing,’ said I, ‘you take the lot, and,
before I turn up, you have sustained your usual loss

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of baits, than to any other man I know. Where
will your Mr Editor be then? You'll have just one
half, my boy, and I wish you luck enough to get them
safely to the waterside.’

My friend, while being one of the most unselfish
of fishing comrades, is, perhaps owing to his artistic
temperament, so forgetful as to be quite unsafe to
be in charge of any portion of the necessary impedi-
menta. He is sure to do something quite early in
the day to separate himself from what he will most
need; if it be baits he will probably leave them behind,
perhaps under the porter’s tap, or it may be, he will
put them in the train and leave himself behind. I
have known him, when on the river, discover that
his rods were a mile away.

When we were at A a farmer’s son accom-
_ panied us from the farm to show us where to fish.
I am pretty smart at starting when once by the river-
side, but it is not so with my friend; he will help to
start you if you will let him, and, if not, he will pre-
tend he is very busy preparing, or will have some-
thing important to ask the keeper. You have to
start first if there is to be a start. On this occasion
he talked to the farmer’s son until I had hooked
a fish; when he had gaffed it, and I urged him to put
together, he replied, ‘Let me see you catch another
first.’ After he had gaffed a second he said, ‘I think
I will begin, Geen,’ but he did not until some time
after, as he then discovered that he had left his rods
at the farm-house.

It must not be imagined that his reluctance to
begin arises from the same cause that keeps the newly
made sportsman fearsome to fire his gun before spec-
tators, for he is the best caster of a bait and drawer
of it to make it twirl that I know. He is quite artistic
in his unselfishness, and it lasts throughout the day.
When nearing the last live bait he will discover that he
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on. In spite of this I.did not trust him with all

the baits.

They, my friend and the editor, successfully dodged ,

the numerous enemies that hover near the artist’s
bait-can; indeed, it caused no trouble until the jolting
of the train splashed water from it that trickled in

little rivulets, not towards the nearest door, but away —

down country, where two pair of ladies’ feet hung on
ankles that were much in evidence as skirts were
drawn up to avoid the coming tides; but the artist’s
“dreamy blue eyes saw only, through the panelling
- of the coach, the outlines of his next week’s sheet,
and the editor’s spirit was in its editorial chair until
the rustle of skirts made him blink, and then fairly
stare, at the feet and ankles that hung about.
‘Surbiton, Surbiton’ in porters’ voices woke him
thoroughly, and the man for the position popped his
head out and shouted, ‘Paper! Paper!’ and very

soon half a dozen sheets were opened and crumpled

into cushions for the ladies’ feet. The editor is in
his element when ordinary men would be gazing
blankly for inspiration. To prevent the splashing

of the bait-can was to him a simple problem, and ~

was instantly solved by placing his rods from seat

to seat and hanging it upon them, and there it hung —
without a tear, and was soon forgotten in the ani-—

mated conversation that ensued between the sports-

men and the ladies. No one knows what might have —
been said before they reached Salisbury had not the ©

handle of the bait-can lost its central bearing and slid
until it hung on by a corner and thus emptied itself
of its contents, excepting one strong dace which

stayed behind to drum in the otherwise empty tin. ©

Fortunately the train was just then entering Basing-

stoke station, where the editor’s voice, calling for —

‘Paper, porter! Porter, paper!’ soon brought to him
all he needed for the thirsty baits and for fresh cushions
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What happened to the anglers after they left Basing-
stoke up to their arrival at the farm-house at which
they stayed the night I cannot say; but I was told by
the artist of the care that had been displayed in provid-
ing safe lodgings for the bait.

By driving from Richmond to Surbiton I was
able to catch the early morning train. Fairies, good
fairies—there were no others in my mother’s tales
—are the food for children’s brains, and they should
be fed on them until the old Adam in their blood,
that would fill their dreams and imaginings with
frightening bogies, has no chance. So fully was I fed
on them that to me there has ever been a taste of
fairies in all that’s good. Some men I know have one
always with them that peeps out on the world from the
corners of their eyes and prompts their tenement
what to say. The cabby that drove me from Rich-
mond to Surbiton had one I am sure, for, without the
slightest pother, he not only got me there in time but
stilled my anxieties on the way by lifting the trap and
sending down cheering messages of our progress.
Even when at the station, and he had been paid as
was bargained, with a trifle over for his fairy, he would
carry my can of bait to the platform.

‘I'm a fisherman myself, sir. Had many a pretty
take of dace with the fly before they put up the new
lock and weir. Good luck to you, sir, and plenty
of sport.’

It is very disappointing to me that I should have
arrived at such years as mine with my faculty of
music so undeveloped that I prefer to be alone when
my heart is singing, that I may voice it without
offending. If I could only whistle tunefully it would
be some relief. The only time and place that seems.
_ to suit my voice is when I am in a train that travels
fast and with much noise towards my fishing.

When I was in the train, and it was noisily puffing
on its way, the cabby’s happy face and his kind wishes

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came back, while at my feet the dace were flopping :
that were to be with me on the bank of a river where ’

ike grow quickly to a great size, and, in addition, —
Fisras keeping faith to be at a certain spot at acertain
time, and I was hastening there. i

‘Tis sweet to know there is an eye to mark our
coming and grow brighter when we come.’ I knew
that my friend would be glad to see me, though I did —
not know that both he and his friend would jump
for joy when they saw my can of baits. .

So I sang, as I have told you I can, tunefully to %,
the music of a puffing engine and many trundling A

wheels until I reached my station, where a convey- a

ance awaited me.

The cold of the early morning had by now dis- —
appeared with the frosty mist, and as the sun rose ~
higher it lit up and gave a smiling face to the trees
and hedgerows, and the birds, having no love songs ~
twittered their thanks for its warmth and brightness. and

_ The hedges, full and resplendent with autumn’s many

shades of brown, and overhung with berry-laden ~

bushes that had misty pendants in pearly contrast ~
to their brilliant reds, were a wondrous three miles —
of decorations, with only such breaks as gates, through

some of which I caught glimpses of ponds and ditches —
where the red-tipped withies, swaying with a rising —
breeze, gave thoughts of the river, where, no doubt, —
the fishers had come quite early and were having sport,

as no jack could be indifferent to a lure on such a breezy ;

morning following on a frost at night. .

To my astonishment I found my friend standing
idly upon the bridge with some one by his side, both —
of them with their hands resting in their knicker cy
pockets. ‘At his old games,’ I thought, ‘giving the
editor a start while he talks to passers-by.’

I was introduced to the stranger and thus learnt ‘t
he was a Mr B——,, and he by the same means gathered —

I was Mr G——-; but he thought little of my Heme. Ke

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h! for he called me ‘Green’ as he hastily lifted the lid of

my bait-can, and got some water in his eye from a ~

fluttering tail.

‘Splendid lot, Green, splendid. Been waiting
here for hours and hours for you. Don’t remember

ever being so glad to see a man. Lost all our baits
in the night.’

“You see, Geen,’ said the artist, ‘in the little stream
close by we placed a hamper weighted with stones,
and, while it was held half under water, we put the
dace in, tied the cover down and let them sink.’

I asked a question which brought: ‘Of course
we did, and fastened it to a tree.’

“Well, Geen, when we went this morning to see

that all was well with them, the hamper was gone,
- and where do you think we found it? Why, half a
_ mile away, empty.’

“Yes,’ said the editor, ‘and we could see the beggars

_ swimming up and down the stream, and we chased

_ them with sparrow-nets until we were tired. Glad >

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want of bossing. Glad you’ve come, Green.’
With this he took up my bait-can, and saying,
‘Come along,’ he was off towards the meadow

Some one has said that he believed in ghosts
implicitly until he saw one, and, I fear, had I been
asked at that moment if I believed in editors, I should

have said, ‘Implicitly, until I saw this fellow, who

calls me ‘‘Green,” and has walked off with my can of
baits.’ He was in no way like the Apollo of my imagin-

_ ings; there did not seem enough of him to hold the vast

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stores of assorted knowledge of the world’s doings
that editors possess. Nature seems to have endowed
the softer sex with guiding instincts in the matter of

first impressions, but it’s a dangerous weakness in

a man to form opinions at first sight. I soon unlearned

‘g first impressions of the man who called me ‘Green,’

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and, in good time, I came to understand that a wiry
frame may be as useful as a large store of bone and
muscle in matters intellectual. .

It was while slowly following our leader that the
artist told me of their wet journey in the train.

On entering the meadow I had time, and only
time, to see that to my left there was an unbroken
stretch of green, bound in a long distance off with high

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hedges that had huge poplars in them, which seemed —

to vie with one another as church spires do to point
the highest towards the blue, when a voice called,

‘I say, Green, put me on another bait; the one I put

on came off at the first cast.’
On looking round I saw that the meadow’s. bound-

aries in that direction were finished off by a broad —

silver hem and on the edge of the glittering water

there stood a man that held a rod and called for

‘Green.’ I put on a bait and saw him prepare to throw.

I would have much preferred to make the cast myself,

or see my friend the artist do it, as I expected this
second bait to follow the course of the first, which
I imagined had flown yards beyond the place his
tackle went to. The cast was made, and, when I saw
the bait rise to the required height and then with
a gliding shoot reach the spot desired, I was glad I had
not offered my assistance. I saw him gather his loose
line preparatory to striking a running fish, I saw

him play it, and then concluded that this man had little _

to learn about live-baiting with a snap.

You cannot make a century from a miss in balk,

neither can you cast, strike, and kill a pike perfectly,

without much practice, so I was safe in venturing
the remark, ‘You have done a little fishing before —
to-day, Mr B——’ He smiled, and in doing so lit

up a countenance that encouraged me to ask him if
it would hurt much to call me ‘Geen.’

He laughed again and complied with my request

by saying, ‘I say, Geen, old fellow, put-me on another a

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_ bait,’ and artfully added, ‘I wish I could fix them on as
you do.’

I soon gave in to his fascinating ways and we became
friends, friends that have gaffed and netted each
other’s fish in many waters. In the broadest portion
of a river where a stately mansion looks down on the
fisher’s doings we, together with the artist, have
spun them out, and lower down, where the river
narrows and you can peep into depths so great that
veritable monsters would have room to roam some
distance up, down or across, and yet be hidden from
sight, we have taken many a fine fish. The finest
tackle is needed where trout and grayling are so
plentiful that the pike grow fat and lazy.

My float went round one of these deep holes perse-
veringly without the desired result, but the keeper’s
‘I know there’s a big un there, sir,’ caused me to stay
on and try a paternoster amongst the rushes where
very probably the fish was hidden. I must have
dropped the lead upon him at my first attempt,
as the rushes opened and a muddy swirl came up that
told he had moved; so I changed my method back
to float and snap and dropped the bait very carefully
into the eddying current which took the float away
until near the tail where the water shallowed; and there
it found the fish, which came towards me with such
a dash that I had no chance to strike or even to feel
him, but my float was being held under, and I could
therefore hope that the opportunity would come by
his going from me with the bait-still in his jaws. He
did so, and the vigour of my jerk and pull caused him
to turn back, and I thus lost touch of him for a time;
a lengthy time I thought it, during which I held my
breath and my brain was busy with conjectures
as to what might have given way; but the winch
and rod soon solved the problem by gathering in the
slack, when the fish, objecting to being held, made
a bolt down stream. Fortunately, he hesitated when

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on the shallowing edge to determine whether eer
should leave the pool or not, and this gave me my ~
chance to get clear of the tops of a withy bush that ~
was an obstacle to my following him down. On he ©
went over the broadening shallows with the speed not —
so much of a hurried beast as of one who hoped to ~
shake off his trouble on his arrival at the pool he was
bound for, but the shallowing water through which
he had to plough his way, often with tail half out of
water, as I held on him from a bank high above, proved
too much for him, and he came upon his side when close
to the deep, reedy spot he had struggled so hard to
reach.

His lordship’s factor, who stood talking with the
artist, appeared delighted at seeing the ‘big beast,
as he called it, taken from where only trout and
grayling were desired. R

That was a very successful day, for the oaths
had several good fish and the artist nearly as
many, but my nineteen-pound fish proved to be the ~
heaviest. j

We three once drove in a farmer’s dog-cart to a

_ pretty stream with instructions to put the horse up ©
in the workhouse stable, where it would be quite
at home, as the owner, being a guardian} often drove
it there.

Fish were very plentiful, though small, and the
sport kept us so late by the riverside that when we
returned to the poorhouse it was a black mass, without
a guiding feature, in the pervading darkness, and we
were lost outside its surrounding fence until we heard
a voice on the other side which, in response to a request
for guidance, said,—-

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you? Never been here or anywhere like it before, —
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face. Hurry up, keep to your right hand, if they

ain’t both wrong uns.’

This complimentary invitation was responded to
by our ever-ready friend in a brief sentence from
a store he keeps ready for emergencies that need
a special brand. Tailing off from the dying sound of
the energetic one’s voice came my loud laughter,

- which, when joined in by the other two, must have

sounded very unusual and evidently untramplike to
our unseen listener, as he discovered by it who we
were, apologised and came to our rescue with a lamp,
and was most assiduous in helping us away with
brightly burning lamps that we might not lose our.
selves again.

We reached the farm-house safely, and the farmer
guardian and his family much enjoyed the literary
man’s dramatic recital of our reception at the work-
house.

Live-baiting for pike is quite a secondary pleasure
to spinning for them, but there is a variety of reasons
why a live bait is at times preferred, even by those
who are fully cognisant of this fact.

In lakes and ponds the largest pike frequent deeper

_ water, are more deliberate in their movements, and

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require much more coaxing than the smaller ones,
so the bait has to be of a larger size and move slowly
to give time for the slow rising of a big fish.

In rivers where trout are prized and the pike are
regarded as vermin, your sportsmanlike ideas are
dulled by the dominating wish to get the voracious
brutes out, and the surest method is then adopted;
you lay siege to them, in the pools that they frequent,
with live baits that will go in search of them with
such varied movements that even a trout-full fish
grows curious to know what such proceedings mean,
and at last curiosity grows too strong and, Eve-like,
he takes a taste and pays the penalty.

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has so many attractions in the change of scenery, :

and presents such varied opportunities for the display
of skill, that the followers of this method are loath to
forgo it even for the chance of bigger fish that are
more likely to fall victims to live-bait fishing.

When the fish has seized a spinning lure it should |

be remembered that the bait is being drawn through

the water at the time of its seizure by the pike and ©

that a resistance to his will is thus instantly set up;

we can, therefore, have no doubt about his redoubling

his efforts to hold it securely; so the strike which ~

follows must be a violent one to give any chance
of moving the bait, held in such a sharp-toothed vice,
sufficiently to drive the hooks home.

The chances of hooking while fishing with a live
bait are much greater, for the pike takes it without
resistance, holds it loosely or, may be, he is in the

act of turning it in his mouth preparatory to gorging ~

it by the time you have gently felt for a taut connec-
tion between the fish and rod. When spinning, you
may hold hard and strike, a dozen times, only to find

that when the fish is near you he opens his mouth and
renders back your lure. I have been served thus half —

a dozen times and still he came at the bait, not having
felt the hooks. My method is to strike hard and then,
if there is no shake to denote he feels the hooks, to
slack the line, to give him confidence to loosen his
hold a bit, and then strike again, hoping to feel the
shake which tells me to hold him tight that the hooks
may be driven deeper between his teeth.

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CHAPTER X

HAMPSHIRE GRAYLING—-AN UNLUCKY JUMP—NURSING
A GRAYLING AND WAITING FOR THE KEEPER

“HAVE you any engagement for Friday of next week, —
dad? Mr—— called on me to-day, and, as he was
leaving, said he hoped you were well, and then asked
me if I thought you would like to have another try
for his grayling. I told him I felt sure you would,
and that our failure on our last visit would only make
you the more anxious to try again.’

“Well, Phil, I replied, ‘it was really very kind
of him. [I don’t think there is any engagement impor-
tant enough to keep me from going. I am glad you are
coming, too, for you may have supposed from our
last visit that there were no fish or, if any, that they
were few and far between.’

‘Oh no, dad; I quite believe the fish are there.’

‘I should think they are, my boy. Why, I would
give up a day’s pheasant shooting for an hour among
those grayling. They are the biggest in all Hamp-
shire.’

We are told that grayling were brought to many
of our streams by our Friday-fasting forefathers to
provide food and sport during the months when
the other members of the salmonide family are out
of season. The wisdom of this step is doubted by
many, so far as it affects present-day sport, but
I would not part with the excuse to be by the river-
side, fly rod in hand, waiting their rising midst the
glories of a November morning, when the sun makes
its fight, becomes conqueror and drives the mists
_ away, and then, before there is time to see half the

pictures that stand revealed, up come the flies to

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the difference between the imitation and the real.

tempt the grayling to feast so greedily as to fail we see

To give this up for the few trout that grayling displace _

would surely be a poor exchange.

There was many a threat of something happening
to prevent one or other of us going, but we came
through our difficulties triumphantly, and woke up
in Hampshire on that Friday morning within a mile
of the fishing. This distance we stepped out to walx
with the momentum that joyous expectation gives.

There was a mist upon the river and the adjacent
meadows, which seemed from the long distance to
be a heavy weight that could neither be lifted nor

dispersed (would it turn to rain, and rain incessantly —

as on our last visit, was my unspoken fear); but, as
we neared it, hike many another trouble it lessened,
and when the sun rose above the wooded heights it
encouraged the little breeze that blew up and athwart
the stream to have its way in brushing off, first roughly
the great bulk, and then quite cleanly the remnants
of, the clinging dampness. The wind then breathed
_ with a freer breath and mppled the fast-flowing water

into oily wavelets on which the sun played, and every-

thing seemed glad as we travelled upstream full of

expectations, I striding my best to keep the pace my :

companion was making.

From amongst the sedges round an eddy formed
by the incoming of a watery ditch, a trail of duck
commenced a flight that soon formed into an inverted

V, which helped to cut the air and made them look as _

if on military duty bent. I was still watching their

flight when I heard that the plank which had formed —

the bridge over the ditch was broken down. This
determined my journey, for a time, but Phil jumped
the watery width and advised my commencing to
fish opposite where I stood.

Golden-brown and golden-green leaves, varnished

by the night’s moisture, glittered in the sun and

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y fistiered i in the breeze, as if with independent life and

knowledge that they only waited for a little more of
both before fulfilling their mission of decorating and
renewing the meadows, which had already put a yellow
tint upon their grasses in honour of their coming.
Moorhens chattered merrily, two rats swam across the
stream in happy confidence, and a midge had a
moment's life in which it sailed a yard or two, fluttered,
and was sucked into a mouth waiting its morning meal.
A grayling, two pounds at least, rose twice while I
was putting my rod and line together, but the ditch
was a barrier between that fish and me. He rose
a third time, as if to show that I had thought too
little of his weight, and added quite a pound to my
first estimate.

I must jump the ditch. Phil did, and why not
I? It is not two months since I walked. with him
over stubble and through turnips until he tired,
whilst I killed quite clean even after lunch. Looking
across I saw that the deep boot-prints where he had
landed had filled with dark, muddy water, and I remem-
bered that he, having been on the wing while I had
been in the centre of the line of shooters, might perhaps
have had more occasion to be tired than I. But still,
the ditch is not so very wide, I thought: Ill jump
and chance it.

I jumped, and was sorry; sorry for the inky black-
ness that splashed me, sorry for its odour, and sorry
for myself; but pleased—in a funny sort of way—
to be a source of merriment to my son as I knew I
must be when next we met.

I will tell you of my rod and line although probably
you have favourites of your own, because there is
a chance that you may wish to know what experience
_ has taught me to think the best for such sport as we
were after.

_ The rod is a Hardy, a very old one, of split cane,
ten feet in length, and the weight is nine ounces,

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six and a half of which are in the butt.
quently being told that there are wonderful imp
ments in the manufacture of split-cane rods, and
the day of which I am writing, Phil had one that he
was very proud of, quite a work of art to lodk at;
but I could not help feeling as I tried it that it/lacked
something that mine possessed. Could it be the
mellowness brought by the twelve years’ work that
mine has seen? No doubt there are improvements
somewhere, because we are told so, and that they are
turned out in great numbers with extraordinary
expedition I can quite believe; but I am not so sure
there can be the same pride in workmanship when the
work slips so quickly through the hands.

I have a line, too, I value much, mainly because

the rod approves it. You may have seen a horse

make noble efforts to gallop gaily with a rider stones
too heavy, and perhaps close by another horse carry-
ing just the load—no more, no less—that he was built
for; that’s how you should fit your rod with the line
it has to throw, and that’s how mine is fitted. I had
a cast of blue gut that tapered off to the fineness of

a hair. It had been well soaked, and to it I had

attached a fly which I knew would swim erect; yet
I tried it several times beyond the spot where the
fish that had caused my trouble had risen so boldly.
I liked the movements of my fly; it was, too, as near
as possible to the midges that now and then came
down and were taken by the watchful, greedy fish.

It was a very open spot, excepting for some bushes
near the edge, so I crept forward with head well down,
slipped a gaiter, knelt upon the leather, made a cast,
saw a ring, gave half the time necessary to count one,
struck a click from off my reel, and thus commenced
a fight with my beguiler.

I let him do the fighting, while I opposed, with such
force as was permitted by my fine line, his tugs and

digs to get in dangerous directions. I did not hurry
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to get him near, nor did I show him the butt, as either

of these manceuvres would aid him to get entangled in
the bushes just beyond my feet. I preferred to keep
him on a steady strain with the rod, at such an angle
as would best serve to keep him in midstream until
he had fought his fight. Those were my plans, but the
fish haa others, in answer to which I had to follow him
down until I was hidden in a bed of rushes where,
while struggling with difficulties, I was glad to hear
a voice I knew ask me what I was doing there. With
the aid of long legs and long boots Phil parted the
screen that hid the river, and then, with a fair field
once more, the fight soon ended, and we marched out
to more solid ground to view our prize—two pounds
eleven ounces, Up to now Phil had been too pre-
occupied to see or smell me, but, when the oppor-
tunity came and we were face to face, I heard him
sniff and saw him look at me. Then his face slowly
broadened out with the middle of his tongue filling
the opening from which laughter tried in vain to force
its way. I was very glad when this first portion of the
fit was over, and was much relieved when it sobered
down to a wholesome laugh and I could ask him if
I smelt so bad as that. ‘Worse,’ was his reply as he
started off into fit number two. At last, quite soberly,
we went to the river's edge, and I was cleaned as near
as might be, and then, with gear and all, carried back,
pick-a-back, across the ditch.

Midges, by this time, were answering the lovely
morning’s invitations, and rings in all directions
which lost their roundness on the little waves, showed
that the fish were eager to avail themselves of their
opportunities. The fish were eager and so was that
son of mine, for he is at all times as keen as were his
sporting forebears, and, to add to it on this occasion,
he had his new rod to try, given him by a lady who
fishes here, knows what is best to use and how to use
it, and who would be likely to ask how the rod answered.

" protested mildly that he could manage well wi his”
own net, but it grew upon me that he rather like

to be a witness of the fact that he could cas

demand, could strike the fish lightly, play it with skill,

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with or against the wind as bends in the river/might —

and bring it, with head held up, sliding MPa) its side

to where the net was held.

Success begets such confidence that casts can be i

ventured between two overhanging boughs, that only

inches separate, away on the other side, and the fly
made to drop so independently of its attachment as
to delude the big fish which has its harbour there,

while without the success that nerves the arm you

may catch a twig and lose a hook. The sport he

had thus far enjoyed without mishap was intoxicating, —

and emboldened him to make casts from difficult posi-
tions to such dangerous spots as showed that he dared
misfortune, but of course such daring, when continued,

has to pay the penalty by loss; discretion comes ~

afterwards.

By lunch-time we had twenty-one fish, and, success
being assured, the standard was raised to a pound
anda half. It only required a moment’s thought while
viewing the two takes to conclude that a dozen of the
best would have been a better picture without the
others than with them.

We were very hungry, and thirsty too. I know
nothing of the miseries of hunger—for which I desire
to be made humbly thankful—but I know much of its
joys, and the greatest of them is a crust of bread and
cheese and a drink of beer, with one eye on half-full

creels of November gravling, and the other on the *

glowing, happy face of a hungry son, who, being in his —

lusty youth, eats faster and drinks deeper than ;

yourself.
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rsietce of a cigar after an outdoor lunch, and should
it have been preceded by good sport, maybe you tell,
or listen to, a tale. Now be it known that Phil is my.
eldest son, and of such an age that he has learnt that
sixty-five may have many a tale to tell, and he readily
listened while I told him this :—

‘I have put several sorts of rods and lines together
here, by the kind permission of the father of the
present owner, sometimes for pike that Mr Keeper
had failed to snare, at others for roach that had
escaped his net. Grayling can be caught with almost
any member of the insect tribe that chance has made
them familiar with—grasshoppers, worms, and gentles,
are deadly baits, especially gentles. Some years ago
I was fishing for roach in the eddy just above, while
seated and hidden amongst the rushes, handling a
sixteen-foot, light, stiff, cane rod that had a brown hair
line attached with a small hook that had two gentles
on it; to sink the lure there were two medium-sized
shot, and to keep it at the required depth was a little
bibbety-bobbety float. Prior to making myself thus
ready I had cast in a pinch of gentles to whet the
appetites of the large roach that frequented this hole;
but from what followed I could guess that the roach
had had no chance with them. The little round cork
float had scarcely time to show me it would cock with
its peg uppermost, as bibbety-bobbeties should, when
down it went, in such a fashion as said, ‘‘This is not
a roach.” It was not. I had three grayling out in
quick succession, and then got up-to look about me
and think. I thought, and then put the three fish
back, not in my swim. Two swam away quickly, but
bat first caught showed no sign of life. So I took it

ut and thought again. I was still thinking when
saw a man and a black retriever, a long way off as
yet but coming nearer. Should I throw the fish into
the water and look not responsible? No! that man
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‘*‘What’s that?’’ Shall I hide it? If so, where that.
the retriever may not smell it? I have the most —
obstinate set of brains that will sometimes, when I ©
most need them, desert me utterly. I could do othing ©
but nurse that fish until the man and dog were within ~
two hundred yards, and then a most brilliant idea —
came tome. I turned my back on them, wrapped my ~
handkerchief round the fish and put it in my pocket, ©
and then faced about and waited for the keeper's ©
“‘Good-morning.” But he added to it: ‘‘Any sport, —
sir?’’ Now I had not thought of any answer to this —
most probable question, so I had to think before 1
could say, ‘“‘Well, not exactly sport. Vve had an ©
excitement—I hooked something—but they went ©
away—two of them did.” 4

‘The keeper looked first at me and then at his ©
dog, which was quietly enjoying the fact that a cucum- —
ber-scented fish was in the pocket nearest him, and, —
while he looked, a thought occurred to me for which —
my brains were forgiven all else: “‘I did not see you, ~
keeper, when I was down here last, so here is a double ©
trifle.”’ The keeper departed, and I threw the fish ©
into the plantation opposite, which I should have done 4
before had not my coward conscience led me step by -
step into a stupid fear of that knowing dog.’

‘Here comes the keeper, dad, said Phil. ‘Talk
of a certain gentleman and you'll see his horns.’ La

‘That's just what I told Pat Jennings when I was —
in Connemara. What do you think he said? “Sure, 4
thin, yer honour, there’s no divil,” and then haltingly, —
“‘Begorra, it’s meself that’s not for denying that some- 4
thing walks about on dark nights, but it’s the divil —
himseif that could give the same a name,’

By this time the keeper was with us and seemed :
pleased at our success. He accepted our offerings, a
wished us further luck, and would have departed —
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relieved; at any rate he drew a long breath before
Saying, “’Twas a grayling, was it? Well, well, that
bitch could tell me most things, she could; and now
she’s dead, sir, shot by a London gent who never
fired his gun off till lunch-time. Tom and me were
saying, ‘“Something’ll fall when that gun does go off.”
Shot dead she was, close at my feet, and Ward—you
know Ward, sir—he says, ‘‘And a d——d lucky job
as it weren't yerself, Jim.” I could have knocked the
gent down when he fired that gun, but it weren't
needed; I never saw a man go so white, and [ think
he would have dropped had not the governor been
quick in getting a gent’s flask and giving him the end
of it-full. If you had heard the governor talk to him
you wouldn't forget it; you would have thought that
the shooting of that dog was the greatest favour he
could possibly have done him, and it brought the man
round to a tear or two. I seed them as he handed me
a piece of gold, and I thought as a gentleman as could
feel for a dumb animal like that wasn’t all bad.’

I expressed my regret at his loss, and my son,
while impatiently handling his rod, said, ‘What
a pity!’ and then added, ‘November days are short
and the flies may cease to rise at any moment, so
let’s be off, dad. I will go beyond the point while you
begin where you left off.’

_ Cleverer men than I say that more is to be done
with grayling with an up-stream cast, but, after much
experience, 1 am content with a little up and across,
straight across, and across and a little down, all without
a movement of the foot. The vibration of our foot-
steps warn the fish quite as much as a sight of our
doings. So keep down, tread lightly, and fish as fine
as you may dare while leaving hope of strength suffi-
cient to hold the prize you covet. Try never to forget,
though I sometimes do, that there are as many fish
near the bank on this side as on the other. Many
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the fish were all close to the opposite bank, anc vif fo: r
a moment a different thought comes to ‘the : and |
they make a cast or two without success from a distance
back, they will be sure to step as far forward as they
can, and persevere with all their might for lengthened
periods to reach a spot no more likely to hold a fish
than the bit of water over which they are casting ani-
mated shadows. It’s so much easier and more artistic
to drop your fly on the water that curls and gurgles
near your bank while showing only the gut and fly.
When you must go forward, do it cautiously and
grudgingly, searching up and down, with as little of
your rod flashing on the water as you can. 4

Up to this time my one fly had fulfilled its promise,
but there seemed a lessening desire to take it, so I chose ©
a red spinner for a dropper, and gave the fish a choice,
not only a choice of flies but a choice of movement,
for the bob of the dropper is quite unlike and some
times far more taking than the movements of the
fly that swims, work it as life-like as you may. It ‘
was so on this occasion.

Very short was the afternoon, but the sport was q
glorious while it lasted. It seemed, for a time, as if
every fish was making most determined efforts to.
secure a share of the floating delicacies. At the lip”
of every pool, just where the water flows over in a ©
quickening movement to meet the shallows, a shoal”
of fish were making rings that crossed each other, %
while not infrequently two fish would rise at the same
fly. How many we hooked I cannot say, as the ‘
majority, indeed there were few exceptions, were
much less than a pound and a half and were oe
it was only now and then we got a fish worth a plac
amongst the morning captures. The fishes’ boisterous
mood had the most sudden ending. Just as the
colourings of the setting sun were thrown upon the
water the wind died away, the river brought with |
it a smoky mist, and the rise of flies and fish bie over.

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CHAPTER XI

A FAMILY GATHERING ON THE CORNISH COAST—
BANK HOLIDAY TRAVELLERS

THERE can be but one good answer to ‘Where shall
the shoots and offshoots of a family assemble for
Christmas?’ but where they shall forgather for
a summer holiday is not easily settled when they are
almost numerous enough to colonise a village. It
is sometimes difficult to get them together for a lengthy
period, but I have found it possible to indulge my
taste in this direction and have secured a goodly ~
company, for three weeks at a time, of my sons and ©
daughters, together with the wives or husbands and ~
the children that time has brought to them. . "tae

Such holidays linger long in the memory, but I have ~
not to go far back nor to make much call upon my ~
recollections to describe a typical—to me, ideal— ~
holiday so spent.

It was somewhat in the nature of an invasion upon
the quiet little cluster of cottages that go to make the ©
village of Porthoustock, near St Keverne, in Cornwall, ©
when the bus from Helston deposited our company of
fourteen upon—well! it must be—its main street. —
Some forewarning the inhabitants had received, and —
homes had been provided for nearly all of us, so that —
there was not blank dismay upon the faces of those
who had come out of doors to greet the coming of the -
bus that forms with the Great Western Railway the
line of communication between London and Port-
houstock. I had secured a roof, bed, and table for a
large party, but my happiest guess had been over- —
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sons, expressed such sincere willingness to be housed
as gipsies, if that would help to solve the seeming
difficulties, that their attitude evoked offers of roofs
beyond our needs, and we were soon all established
in this out-of-the-world dreamland, which has since
been described in one of the chief London papers—
though no name was given to the place—as an un-
touched Arcadia. The writer of the articles claimed
that he and his comrade ‘a famous but, happily,
quiet actor’ were the only foreigners who had ever
visited it. This is surely a compliment to the behaviour
of our party during our sojourn there, which was
evidently not sufficiently uncongenial to cause the
villagers to babble of us to strangers. Please do not
suggest that it may have been the shame of having
harboured such visitors as ourselves that kept them
Silent. At any rate the said writer, I must keep his
name ‘Dark,’ and his actor friend, are not forgotten,
but are spoken of down there with eager kindness.

I was just indulging proud feelings at the settling
of my family when a telegram was brought me from
St Keverne saying that two more of my sons would
be at Falmouth next morning, by the first train, and
asking me to meet them with the Shag; so after dinner
we had to go bed-hunting again. This satisfactorily

arranged, the captain of the Shag was interviewed.
She lay at anchor in the bay, and a hallo soon brought
the captain ashore. Tides and wind chances were
considered, and a very early start recommended if
we wanted to meet the seven a.m. at Falmouth.
_ Those of us who elected to go were up at day-
break for our first voyage in the Shag, a fishing boat
which I had hired at Falmouth with her crew—Captain
Vinnicombe and his brother Frank.

She travelled well that early morning, and we
all enjoyed the nine-mile sail that took us to meet
the travellers. who wore a sleepy look that caused
“me to ask, ‘Did you get much sleep?’

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‘Sleep! Look at us. But we'll tell you all od
our journey down, dad, when we get on board.”

It was a glorious morning, and the breaze was
just sufficient to show our little craft off to advan-
tage; when clear of the bay her full sheets gave her
a list, and such speed as made her captain smilingly
look to the new-comer’s faces to see what they thought
of her.

In the meantime the mate, who was cook, and every
other needed man in turn, had prepared a breakfast.
which was much enjoyed in spite of difficulties with

restless cups and plates.

When the meal was finished both my sons expressed
willingness to tell of their journey down, but the
younger of the two seemed the fuller of the strange
doings of the night they had passed through, and from
his recital I think it probable he will do the journey
now and then in dreamland. This is his dae
of it :-—

‘The difference between our present happy sta
and the horrors of our journey is so great that it is
hard to realise that it is still Bank Holiday and
only eleven hours since we took our seats at Pad-—
dington.

‘Unfortunately for us, Cockneys innumerable hadi
chosen to spend their holiday in the west and to
travel by the same train, and to travel, too, with
as much pleasure as possible both for themselves
and those who might have the gift to appreciate their
music and fun.

“Those who came to fill our compartment were aghtl
undoubted Cockneys who displayed an earnest deter-
mination to be gay, for, instead of giving signs of a
desire to make themselves snug, they took off their
coats, improvised a table, and played some game of
cards that permitted laughter and uproar unlimited, 4
which continued throughout the night, with only
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porters met with a deal of chaff from the would-be
funny men.

_ “The particularly funny individual of our com-
‘partment dropped his hand of cards at times, face
upwards, to be at the carriage window whence he
addressed whoever chanced to be standing near.

_ ‘At Exeter he whistled and beckoned to a porter
who, on drawing near, was greeted with :—

““Moy eye, you're a good-looking chap by candle-
loight. Ow’s yer mother?”’

_ * “Her be all right, I hope, zur.”
_ ***Ope be blowed. Go ’ome and ask ’er.”

“He brought himself back to his cards with a smirk
of triumph, and his satisfaction evidently increased
when one of the players said to his neighbour,—

‘“Ain’t Jaimes all roight? ’"E’ll knock ’em a bit,
Tl lay, afore ’e’s done.”

‘At Plymouth he ventured at what proved to be
higher game in asking a sailor, who held a pillow-
like bundle: ‘‘Say, Jack, what dy d’ye maike it in
these ‘ere parts?’’ and the reply he got put him out
a bit,—

: “Well, it’s to-morrow, if that’s any help to set
your compass by. But you'd better luff a bit; you’re
too far west already. With a cargo like you I should
make for Stepney.”

‘Our funny man was vulgar then, so walbad that
the sailor made a swing of his kit-bag at our now
red-faced man as we left the station. ‘‘Jaimes,”’ as
his mates called him, seemed even more ruffled by
his reception on his hasty retreat from the window
than by his encounter with the tar, but it did not
prevent his visiting it again at every, stopping-place.

“We were a little sorry for your aeaee dad,
and their neighbours, that no man, as yet, of either
county, unless the sailor was a native, had put the
noisy man out of countenance, and it was not until
we reached St Austell that we found an official

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sufficiently awake to give us a taste of West Cogcties
repartee. There ‘‘Jaimes’’ put his head out and
saluted a porter with,—

““*QOi say, shoiny face, Lockhart’s open yut?’

‘The porter, evidently fresh from a good night’s
rest and a refreshing scrub, came forward, and, in
a fairly loud voice, replied,—

‘““Can’t say, zur, but if you'll let me have Se
mug I'll see what I can do for un.

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then retorted,— f

“**Couldn’t trust yer. Yer’d be tempted to change
it; and where should I be with one like your'n?’

““T'd like to have ’ee out here for foive minutes.
I reckon you'd soon be glad to change your face Bs
nigh upon anything.’

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to git out and have a talk to you, young man.’ |

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Lunnon going to get out here. Any luggage, zur,
"sides yer wit?”’

‘ “Bring yer ’ed in, Jaimes,” said one of his friends,
“*he taikes the biscuit.”

‘““Jaimes’’ was silent for a moment and then
rejoined, —

““*Real ’ot un, wasn’t ee? But the train was in|
such a bloomin’ ’urry all at once or ’ed ‘ave =
sutthink, I tell yer.”’

‘I have told you nothing of the hundreds of wari |
noises, to which we had to listen, from other com-—
partments in that long train; I have said nothing ©
about the music; try to imagine it all, and try to-
imagine the pleasure with which we found ourselves _
free at Truro. |

‘I wouldn’ t go through it again for something,
I can tell you.’ ;

The telling of what we had listened to evidently
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night of semi-torture, in a cramped position in a
crowded third, relieved though it was by language
that was sometimes funny and always strange.

The captain of the Shag is a short, round man,
full of flesh and permeated with humour, and, when
he laughs, he laughs all over. He is to be forgiven
ssomewhat for his lengthened laughter for he is minus
the advantage that most men have of being able to
bend forward and hold their sides to ease up a bit.
He can hold his sides, it’s true, but he cannot bend
forward half enough; he is too round for that. The
Plymouth sailor who smote at the Cockney with his
kit-bag started the shaking, and the St Austell porter
gave it such a further impetus that it did not subside
for a period so lengthened that we had grown uneasy
long before it ceased. At last,came relief and the words,
‘Bravo, St Austell.” But his merriment was not yet
over, for he smacked his knee many a time before
we reached the little bay of Porthoustock, where our
relatives were gathered to welcome us.

Sixteen, all told, is a bunch to provide sport and
pleasure for in a village so remote from the world’s
excitements as the one we had selected. Nigger
minstrels, or even a solitary organ grinder, were little
likely to find the way to the few cottages that provide
homes for the fisher folks and farm hands and look out
from a slight indentation in the rocky coast to the
dread Manacles—those awful rocks—that have often
filled their little bay with wreckage and, more than
once, their homes with dead. There is a lifeboat there,
but “Who will man it?’ is the question that may occur
to strangers. Gathered near the house that shelters
it you might see three fisher-looking men, one of whom
is the coxswain; you would not suspect it; his comrades
have no particularly heroic look, and the remainder of
the crew will come from plough or barn when the gun:
is fired that all Cornish men know is a call for help.
Ona high hill about a mile away stands St Keverne,

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a fairly large village, whose chief attraction is its chittch, :
around which are buried the victims, many hundreds ©
in number, of this treacherous coast. A small slate
slab denotes the spot where a hundred and twenty
were buried who lost their lives in the wreck of the ship
John. Within the church is a marble slab which gives
the names of the officers that were drowned when the
transport ship Dispatch was lost, and below their
names are stirring lines which tell how by the cruel
irony of Fate these brave young fellows, the perils
of war, in a distant land, all safely passed, were over-
whelmed in sight of home. The most conspicuous.
monument in the churchyard is a granite cross above
the Mohegan grave, in which are buried many of the
victims of the disaster to that emigrant vessel. It was
on the occasion of the loss of this ship that the men of ©
Porthoustock fought so bravely and so well to save life, -
and succeeded in bringing forty-four safely to land F
while the ship’s boats were all broken against rocks —
and their occupants lost. I am ready—who is not?—
to raise my hat to the brave men who will leave their ~
beds while a midnight storm is raging and go out ?
amongst the Manacles.

That we managed to have a happy, health-giving 4
time in this little, old-world spot was possibly in some
measure due to the fact that most of us had learned —
that :—

From our own selves our joys must flow,
And that dear hut, our home.

_ We had each brought with us what constitutes! F
our home, and their presence made us joyful with a —
reasoned joy that fitted in well with the atmosphere —
of our surroundings and asked for nothing more. i

Fishing there was in plenty, but not only fishing.
We could find pleasure in our picnics on the moor,
so high above the sea that cooling breezes reached
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‘Kynance and to Mullion Cove and to the Lizard,
Where a day is all too short to visit the quarries in
the high, overhanging clifis from which the ‘Serpen-
tine’ is taken, and the many other points of interest.
The Spanish names above the sheds wherein the
‘Serpentine’ is turned and polished, and the raven
hair and swarthy faces met with there, are very striking,
but for really pretty Spanish faces St Ives is the most
famous Cornish town. The beauty of its ladies was
the excuse of the polygamist of St Ives for having
seven wives. This excuse loses nothing of its strange-
ness if put side by side with that of the Ambassador
of Siam who, in answer to the question why he had
so many, replied, “Were the ladies of Siam as
beautiful as your ladyship, I could well be content
with one.’

The boat at our command enabled us to avail
ourselves of days when a sail along the coast or up the
Helford River was a pleasant change. Sometimes the
sail, with the whole party on board, was to Falmouth,
where the ladies desired to do shopping and the
children to spend their weekly income in a larger
market than that afforded by St Keverne.

_ It is also a pleasant place to be lazy in, and dawdle
‘an hour or so away amidst a wealth of fern bracken
and wild bloom, while the more industrious of the
‘party are gathering the ripe blackberries or following
their bent as directed by their hobbies. Our entomo-
logist found a happy hunting-ground, and I was
honoured by an invitation from him to be a witness of
an ‘Assembly.’ I was told I should see male moths
come from great distances to it, their inducement
being the hope of seeing a newly emerged female in all
her glory. The newly-born insect was put in a woven
cotton cage and hung on a bush in the middle of a field
on a hill-side, down which a slight breeze was blowing
towards a coppice in a lower distant corner. When
this had been done, and no visible results followed

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for some little time, I began to fear that the little —
nephews of the demonstrator would be disappointed, —
and, just as I had given too hasty expression to this —
fear, I was told in a whisper that a moth was coming; _
and then I saw it, and behind it others, most evidently _
being guided in their course by their noses. -%

The village, with its snug bay so near to one of —
the most varied fishing grounds on the coast of Corn- |
wall, must be marked an ideal spot for sea anglers, ©
as we soon discovered.

Our journey to Falmouth to fetch the new-comers ~
was not allowed to spoil our first day’s fishing. When —
the travellers woke from a much-needed sleep, they
learned that while they had slept we had taken advan-
tage of the continuing breeze to go for a sail, with ©
spinners out, for mackerel, the whereabouts of which ~
were shown to us by gannets hovering and diving ©
Coverack way. Thither the boat’s bow was pointed,
and, before the sailors had rigged out their gear—
a heavily-weighted, short line attached to the end of
a pole running out twelve feet at right angles to the —
boat, one on each side, with a hand line running out ©
to the other line as a means for drawing in the captive —
without need of moving the pole—we were in the
thick of a shoal that gave every one a busy chance
while passing through them. Again and again the —
captain’s warning call came, ‘Mind the boom,’ as time ~
after time we turned to go back over the fish again. —
Sometimes the stooping to avoid the swinging timber
was so leisurely done that the head was overtaken
and its ducking painfully hurried.

The fact that mackerel will take any quivering —
or spinning lure was that day fully demonstrated. —
Each of the fishers had on a different bait in the ©
contest for a small pool, to which all had contributed,
and the prize was won by the narrowest of margins, —
the difference between the various takes being, I think, —
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than to the degrees of attractiveness in the allure-
ments.

On the short journey home we watched the gannet
that we had left busy at their sport. It is a strange
sight to see them hovering at perhaps 100 feet above
the sea, and then, with necks stretched out and down-
wards, dive with their gooselike weight into the water.
The common belief is that they fall directly on the fish

that they have marked out for prey; I am more
inclined to think that their dive from such a height
_is meant to take them beneath the shoal and that it is
im their ascent to the surface that they seize a fish.
_ Our captures were a splendid sight, and, on our
landing, were shown with pride to those who awaited
us, and who expressed their wonder in such length of
glowing terms that the children who had crowded
round began to fear that they would gain no notice
for their captures which they had made amongst the
stones in little pools the receding tide had left. Strange
creatures, some of them, that they desired to know the
_ names of, but their appeals to father, uncle, and grand-
father only proved to them, as children’s questions
often do, how strangely ignorant grown-up people are.

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CHAPTER XII

A NIGHT'S FISHING FOR CONGER, SKATE, AND LING—
A FIGHT WITH AN EIGHTY-SEVEN-POUND CONGER

To start seven fishers off for pollack, with rods and
tackle up-to-date, even when aided by three of them
having rods and some gear of their own, needs activity
to prevent the last boat being late in starting. Such
was the task that caused me to leave the table before ~
tea was finished.
I had engaged an extra boat and men to row it;
this was started first; then came the Shag’s boat —
with only Frank, the mate, as oarsman. He took
two more of the fishers, my eldest sons, anglers of some ~
experience. The remaining three I took aboard the ©
sailing boat, and there set their tackle up, while they j
assisted the captain to haul his anchor and set his sails ~
to the breeze, which continued fresh enough for ©
‘pollack speed.’ -
Throughout my long experience the pollack has —
ever held the prior place in my esteem as the best ©
sport giver of all our sea fishes. I have had many ©
wonderful takes of them, and much pleasure in coach- ~
ing friends, when these plucky fish have astonished the
holders of the rods by the boldness of their feeding —
and the toughness of their fighting. Yet the evening
of which I write made a record in more respects than —
one, primarily for the loss of tackle, and secondly for —
the aggregate of fish that the seven fishers took ashore. —
fy two eldest sons, with their oarsman keeping —
to the ground where the fish were feeding in a ring ©
of considerable dimensions (within which the shoal
sf pilchards on which they preyed rose first here, —
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of the water), for fully two hours worked their wil! on >

‘the greedy monsters that seemed not to care whether
their next mouthful was an oily pilchard or a seemingly
_ Tuscious worm.
' The Shag sailed as sedately as one could wish,
but for an hour or more nothing came to either of my
three youngest sons, two of whom fished from the
stern while the third was seated in the bows with
_ aheavier weighted line so as to have no need for a length
_ being out that might take his lure back to his brother’s
lines. The captain, while witnessing the sport his
_ brother was giving, tried all he knew, by keeping as
_ near the rocks as he dared, to give his fishers a start,
and his delight was great when a wheel sang out, and
; long enough to say so, and then it was amongst the
_ weeds, and, before the boat could turn, he lost his lead,
trace, and lure. The unlucky angler looked sad, or
_ tried to, while I was starting him afresh, but his sorrow
_ did not seem to hurt him so much as did his anxiety
_ for haste when one of his brothers called, ‘I’ve got
a bouncer, dad.’ The bouncer was more considerate
_ than our first fish had been and showed less haste
in getting amongst the weedy rocks; but he got
_ there, taking with him another set of tackle. This
_ loser was too full of the enormous fish he had lest,
and what he would have given for a sight of it, to
give a thought to such a minor matter as tackle.

The, as yet, untried angler kindly informed his
- unfortunate brother,-—

“You muffed your fish by letting it take line when
- you should have held to it like grim death.’

‘Wait till you get one on like it, if there is another
like it in all Cornwall, and then let me see you hold it.’
I could add nothing to this conversation that
_ would be more likely to make those two hold fast
to their next fish, so I waited silently.

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‘ exvitement; and I ventured to sing out, ‘Hold to mits
but the answer I got was from the winch, that was
spinning off its coils at such speed that, before sufficient —
additional check could be put on it, the third fish was ©
amongst the rocks and the line entangled there Peyency
recovery.

‘Misfortunes never come singly,” and are very
apt to be with you in threes; and then again, ‘Mis-
fortunes are never so great but they might be greater,” ;
as I was soon to learn. The two I had started in the 4
first boat came alongside, one of them holding the pieces
of a broken rod, and the other with rod erect, but hold- —
ing in his left hand the end of his running line showing — 4
loss, in his case, of trace and worm. There are various —
ways of giving expression to your feelings at such ~
moments, and there is much that might be said to ©
youths while suffering from their losses, but I have —
long since learned that but few words are really noe 4
and that ‘What hard luck!’ answers best. te

At last the untried fisher had his chance; he was a .
fast in a weighty fish whose rush compelled him to |
give line much against his will, but he gave it only +
when his rod was bent to a half-circle, and then so
grudgingly that the movement of the boat kept the —
fish from off the bottom. It was a fight that tested the
rod, line, and fisher, but it ended in the fish, thirteen —
pounds in weight, being gaffed and lifted aboard. es 4
the joy of its captor. ae

Dusk came suddenly and with it,. fortunately, ad
moon that increased in lustre, as it was needed to
give sufficient light for the steersman to keep clear —
of the many rocks, whose shapes and positions seemed —
changed, to me, in the altered light, and to make — ¥
doubly sure of safety, we kept farther out in as
water. Re
Almost as suddenly as the change of light came —
sport in earnest. Our boats seemed to be in the 4
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~ the Sirtace of the water in mad efforts to escape
' pursuing pollack, which, as mad themselves in the joys
of feasting, added to the noise with furious splashes.
Into this seething the three fishers let down their
‘Natural Spin’ baits—lures had been changed at

the coming of darkness—and found eager takers.

So close were the fish that only a few yards of line were

mecessary ip reach them, and the fishers had the

chance of mastering them before they could get back

to the depths from which they had risen. This was
fortunate, for it happened more than once that the
three were struggling at the same time with fish that

_ would need the gaff.

The most glorious moments are the shortest; a
cloudy curtain threatened to shut off the grand light
the moon was giving, so there was nothing to do but
take cheerfully the captain’s order: ‘Draw in your
lines, we must make the entrance to the bay while the

2 light lasts.’

The rowing boats, with their lighter draught and

no need for tacking, fished until the changing tide took

the pilchards off and the pollack ceased to rise,
Our first day’s fishing pleased every one engaged,

E and the pleasure of the brothers Vinnicombe was
added to by permission to take the spoils to Falmouth

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market, to which they must have started soon after
daybreak, for when the early risers went to bathe the
ee was gone.

e space to be afforded for this outing—and then
there is your patience, too—will only permit me to
write of our most successful times with the three
principal methods we adopted, and of thuse but
briefly.

It was after many days of trying that we satisfied |
_ the captain with our catch of bream; but then nothing
less than what would justify his going to market
satisfied him. One of these failures was caused by
the inability of members of the party to withstand the

motion of the Shag at anchor wits a pili,
rolled. On another occasion, go where we would, —
nothing but wrasse and dog-fish resulted. The wrasse, —
with their almost endless. variety of colouring, are,
_ when first landed, a pretty sight, but when they have
been in the boat a little time and protrude from their
vent a walnut-sized bladder, as they invariably do, —
they are not so handsome, and, being disliked for food —
in Cornwall, they did not count with us. Neither
did the catch of the destructive, unloved. dogfish —
give satisfaction, unless it was to the sailors while they —
were dealing out to them sudden death from a Brit:
handled, weighty instrument. )
The day for bream came to us at a most opportune q
time, as two of the ladies had come with us, and we ©
had a store of bait—a dozen mackerel caught at day-
break and a basket of mussels brought from the — .
Helford River. ‘
The Shag was moored in deep water, between 4
two rocks that raised their weed-covered heads to
within a few feet of the surface. The captain with
great care gave a preliminary browsing, throwing in
chopped crab on either side which sank straight down “iy
. as far as we could see in this sheltered spot. .
Close by, the masts of the Mohegan showed -where _
she had sunk after striking these rocks, while a pete
shoreward, the huge liner Paris, firmly fixed upon the |
rocks, looked as though she was taking her course 4
‘down Channel quite near the shore. |
In a few lines I will tell you of the tackle required
for bottom fishing in these waters, or rather the tackle 4
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that I use. A two-joint stiff rod, six feet six inches —
in length, a large wooden winch, a plaited dark silk _
line filled with mutton fat and a ‘paternoster that has © ;

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gut hooks on them, the last bar to be twelve inches from
the lead, which should be of sufiicient weight to with- :
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_ This was put together and the hooks baited and
lowered until the ground was felt, and then lifted
a foot to keep clear of weeds, when it was handed over
to the nervous grip of a lady, who handled it, at first,
as if there were danger of its shooting something.
The first tug soon came, and with it a cry, ‘Oh! there’s
a monster pulling at it. What shall I do? Take the
rod, some one.’

The other lady was next equipped, and then four
of the men, and business was soon in full swing, with
the baiters fully occupied.

_ Who that has long been a fisher has not had a day
of sport that lives in his memory as a time when
fish fed as if they had been subjected to famine fare
for weeks? Nothing daunts them when in this mood,
and in response to it the angler becomes as hurried in
his movements ‘as the fish; he stays not to trim his
bait, but casts it out as long as a shred of food is left
upon the hook and ensnares another waiting victim.
Multiply the success of a fisher at such a time by six,
three rods on each side of the boat; you will thus get
some idea of the bustle that there was on board. Cries
of ‘Look, look,’ ‘Oh! bother,’ ‘Another bait, please,’
went on unceasingly. Any fear of monotony was dis-
missed by the occasional appearance of a pollack or
by the sight of three pretty bream on one rod, tugging
in different directions, being gradually hauled from
their home, and, in desperate hope, ejecting from their
mouths the food which had brought such strange
restraint on liberty,

__ The ladies were long in getting tired, and it was
not till late in the afternoon that they left us, by
the Shag’s dinghy, to see the children and to get
some tea. We kept busily at it until some of us, too,
“were growing tired, and almost welcomed the announce-
ment that the tide was changing and that our fun
must end.

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than once of the fun to be got from an ‘all-night fahitig: ;
and, finding that I was not much moved by recitals
of this wonderful sport (I had been through it m

times before), they turned their attention to gel,
younger members of the party, and so infected them —
with thoughts of monster conger, skate, and ling, that 7
at last.I was drawn into another experience of it.

Squid is the most toothsome morsel that can be
offered to the conger, and its ivory whiteness is so ~
attractive that it is quicker than any other bait in
bringing sport; so squid were caught in the gloaming ©
of the night before; and, let me tell you, it may well
happen that the catching of this bait will give more
fun to youth than the longest and most successful night ;
with conger.

We got a store of these octopus-like fish and started y
early in the afternoon for the Lizard; with mackerel —
spinners out, in the hope of supplementing them with
the next best lure for deep-water fishing in the night. ~
These we got in numbers, so, when we had ance
a mile and a half from off the Lizard} our only need
was semi-darkness, during which the fish we ee
after are almost sure to feed. 4

There was a roll when the boat held, but, fortunately
not sufficient to upset the most sensitive among us,
so all were ready when the fun commenced, if fun it be —
to haul up, hand over hand, from fully thirty fathoms, d
even the most wondrous fish, upon a line that has at 4
its end a twelve-pound w eight of lead, which is barely —
sufficient to keep the bottom when the Channel tide
is running. ee

As the day was closing in, lamps were lighted 168
warn passing ships, and soon after that a fisher new
to hand-lines commenced to haul with a sportsman’s —
zest at what proved to be a conger of twenty. fete ;

When the summer night’s darkness came wu
us several youngsters’ tongues were wagging about —
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of them had evidently justification, as his line was

going, instead of coming, in spite of the help he got ©
_by pulling at it at such an angle that he got gunwale
help to hold it back. The captain offered assistance,

but the fisher desired to fight it out unaided, and

showed much pluck until his too soft hands got sore

with the rough cord sliding through them, when he

‘was glad to accept the proferred help, and after some
further hauling he relinquished what was left to him of |

_ the honour in favour of the captain’s brother. These
two soon decided that it was a big skate, with the

tail and its back mooring erect against the tide, that
was causing the trouble. This proved correct, as,

_ after much hauling and giving line, a huge, stone- slab-

like monster appeared upon the surface, and gave

infinite further trouble before it was got on board.

Conger, skate, and ling came in about equal numbers,

and I have no doubt had there been more men with

_ sea legs and with horny hands to work the lines the

take would have been astonishing, but the increasing
roll’ of the little vessel and the unmistakable hard

labour this fishing called for soon killed the keenness

of my sons. The eldest held out the longest, but he
was finished off at last by a tussle with a conger that

almost equalled the doings of the skate, and, as the

fisher was handicapped by the tide running at its

topmost speed and the extra weight of lead on his

line, for a time it was even betting how the fight would
end. After the fish had drawn through the sore

fingers fathoms of line, encouragement came from some
of his brothers with, ‘Go it, Phil, never say die,’ while

others of them had by this time become indifferent

to such petty matters. I, too, cared little now, for

‘my sympathies and attention were with the youngsters,

who were in distress of another kind. I wanted the

_ anchor up, and was truly glad when at last I was called

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eighty-seven-pound conger when the Channel waves
ran high.
How glad I was when we were free to haul at the
anchor; and haul and haul we did, until it became
evident we had not the strength to move it from its.
hold. ‘We must wait until the tide eases’ was the
verdict of the captain. Another son gave in before
I realised that the anchor was in no way necessary
to our sailing, and that its cost was paltry in such need
as ours. |
Sport may be so nearly allied to hard work sich’
so near being minus of any necessity for skill that
one or two experiences are sufficient to satisfy. A ~
friend of mine who has travelled the world all over for”
fishing went to Florida for tarpon, and only fished —
three days, during which he had great success, and ~
took photographs of his prizes while they were leaping.
‘I saw this sport in all its phases, Geen, in those three —
days and had enough of it.’ I rather think that his
having a tarpon come at a lure consisting of a scrap
of a daily paper was what settled him. The follo
is his version :— ¥
‘I had a grand morning that used up all my bait
and, while my men rowed to another boat for more, —
I tore up a piece of the paper I was reading, twisted —
it upon my hook, and almost immediately a fish took ~
it away with a great tug. This happened twice before —
I got some bait. That was my last day for tarpon,
for I thought, if it could swallow what I had been
reading, it must be the stupidest fish that swims’

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CHAPTER XIII

FLIES GOOD AND BAD—A DAY ON THE KENNET—
MAC’S OLD BROWN

Firs are, at times, more to some folk than the progeny
of all else that went into the Ark with Noah. They can,
and do, raise fishermen to the highest~ pinnacle of
expectation and delight, and then, in the twinkling
of an eye, cause them to use such language as leaves
them little hope of—of—well! of catching fish.
Politics, beer, and racing have much to answer for,
their records are bad, especially politics, but flies
are an easy first with these. The stag is king of the
forest until the all-conquering midge appears, and
‘then, without fight or parley, he vacates his throne.
‘Bulls and lions, Nature's boldest beasts, get up and
run when their particular fly commences to serenade,
Men of all colours and every clime hope that there
will be a time and place in which flies will have no
share.

A Scottish friend of mine must have a great dread
‘of these insects, for when a son of his, grown tired of

his captures, was about to set some free from their

paper cage, he called to him so loudly as to make me
jump, ‘Na, na, you'll no be loosing them. I'll no be
having the beesties in a hoose of mine.’

_ They are by no means a modern terror, for the great-
grandson of Noah, no other than the mighty Nimrod,
was so worried by them that he called for the cleverest

artificers of his kingdom to build a chamber that
would give him a time of freedom from them. It did
not answer, so he was really worse off than we are,
for there was neither tobacco not coal tar in those

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Lions, met unexpectedly by treapaseenain in ae hy
preserves, pale for a moment the face of the bravest —
man, but what is a little pallor compared to a change |
from a healthy white man’s bloom to the coal-black —
hue of tar which friends of mine have donned on ~
face, neck, and arms, in deference to Canadian flies? —

Nature has lavished her most finished touches on-—
every member of the countless millions that help to ~
make the mighty hum which comes from we know —
not where. Kings may talk and we are not bound —
to listen, but the buzz of bog-bred flies commands —
attention, and the tiniest of them is so armed as to be ©
able to make its presence felt. They are loving crea- ©
tures that from their first taste of you swear a friendship —
which no amount of hustling will cause them to forgo. —
Fortunately for us their lives are short, and they have
mo reason to complain, for, if appearances may be &
trusted, they get more enjoyment in their one brief ¢
day than the elephant in his century. ‘3%

It was a happy day they had with me when the —
high water which lent itself to successful fishing had —
disappeared, and I was anxiously waiting for the —
rain that heavy clouds were promising. My two —
sons were fishing on a small lake, a portion of the
river that broadens out, where the salmon and large
sea-trout congregate to wait for floods. I was on the —
bank, where “the river ran narrowly, with my rod a
stretching out through the branches that overhang —
a deep, gravel-bottom hole in which my worm-baited *
hook invited attention. This effort at sport was so
little exciting that I stretched myself upon the grass,
and I must have slumbered, for nowhere cai
I see the fish I thought I’d caught. ‘Morning dreams 2
come true’ is a very old saying in my county, and, ©
as if in confirmation of this faith, my rod bent down 4 5
its point, and there came a little flutter somewhere _
near my chest as I hastened to see the eause. ae
Giat ite flies, and may slimy eels that er on a ines —

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“beyond unravelling have some one more eloquent
_than myself to talk to them! Phew! how hot it is
in these low-lying highland glens !’

Grass-crowned hills, looking like huge pokes of
_freshly-made hay, were all around me, and over them
fleecy clouds were being hurried, telling of wind above;
but not a breath came down. Humid heat rose,
from bog and water, and no aid from toil was needed

>to cause poor me to mop my brow with such frequency
that it soon began to smart.

A herd of cattle, unnoticed until then, came scam-

-pering by with tails outstretched at extraordinary

angles, some quite upright. One poor cow, almost

_ tail-less, was evidently more plagued than any of the
others, as shown by the mad pace at which she careered
past, wildly kicking, making for a leafy bush into
which she backed and waited for her companions.

- Then there came a buzzing in my ears, followed
_by tiny pin-pricks, which hastened the movement of
the hand that held the cambric mop until there was

a neyer-ceasing swirl of a damp rag closely dotted
ewith dead midges.

You may clear a space in which to breathe by
ignoking: but they hover near, waiting to pounce.
Yesterday I smoked from morn till night to keep
them off, and my tongue was so dried up this morning
“that I almost vowed to give up smoking altogether, but,

on second thoughts, preferred to try myself with
_apreliminary day or two, So far—it’s noon—language
is all 1 have used to drive them off, and, disrespectful
_as the tenor of what I’ve said has been, they are with
me still. Talking may much relieve our feelings,
but it kills no flies, To kill as many as they can gives
men no compunction; but what’s the good of slaying?

Countless numbers sniff the blood and thirst for
vengeance. If one only had the patience of Job so

tebe chile to hold one’s band and tongue in such

ta Then surely a crown would drop from out

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the sky to deck the brow of so patient a man, possibly
so slight of texture that no human eye could see. it,
but the little midge would know its meaning and,
with a dip, would pass him by. "i
‘Where, I wonder, are those millions, which form
the scum that covers the river’s surface, going? Not,
where they are often wished, I hope, or another terron
will be added to that dread place.
The air was thickened with endless columns, par-
ticles of which rose and fell in concerted playful mirth,
I must move again. I really think the apertures in
which my eyes are fixed must be closing up. . This
is an awful day, and it is only four o ‘clock. I can ee
a reader say, ‘Smoke, you foolish man.’ \
The reel had made no noise, but I heard a flow
ping; so I jumped—yes, jumped and ran; to find
two rats chasing. each other, whether for fun, love,
or anger, I did not discover, as they discovered me
and dived. in
Here comes a man the cut of whose garments pro-~
claims him keeper. I hope I am not trespassing by ~
wandering beyond the boundary line. I was, and »
had soon to learn it, and his inquiry, ‘Have you |
caught any?’ while I was busy with my wet rag killing 4
all I could, caused me to say, ‘Millions, man, millions.”
This reply staggered him, and he looked at me to see
if there was anything strange about me besides. my ¢
speech. I iook it as a compliment that he thought me ,
sane enough to be asked again, ‘Have you caught any?’ %
While speaking, he looked and saw my creel was —
empty. I took off my hat that he might better see the —
havoc the flies had wrought, and found that its brim
was closely freckled with the little wretches, waiting, —
I suppose, their turn for a vacant spot. That keeper ©
must have been sent by the Fates to tempt me. He ~
smoked and smilingly informed me that smoking kept —
iirem off. I was sorely tempted, and fear I should hav e |

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_ returned to take me in the boat, and we left the river
o the flies.
_ The anglers’ joy with flies is sometimes so great
that they wait their coming with a patience that
‘they are lacking in for all else. They will smoke
away long hours on a river's bank with ears that
lengthen to detect a splash, and with eyes opened
_ to their widest for the first ring that shall tell of a rising
fish. There’s a ring and there’s a splash, and then
more rings and splashes, and soon the river is as full of
_ life and tumult as before it was dull and lifeless. The
_May-fiy’s up, and the fisher’s yearly carnival will soon
be in full swing.
_ We, my friend H. G. D. and I, were on the Kennet,
with the sole privilege of fishing three miles of the
very best of that best of rivers when the May-fly is up.
The keeper wired the news, and, as it found us both
alive, we were by the river waiting the rise, and had
_ walked its length, so far as our interest extended, and
seen fish or tails of fish that when captured would satisfy
‘the hungriest ambition for a monster Kennet trout.
Below the bridge and beyond the long shallow,
just where the river begins to deepen before taking
a sharp bend, is the home of the oldest patriarch
within the keeper's knowledge, thirteen pounds at
least. We could see only his tail at first, but now
-and then the long green banners that hid all else of
him would, in their swaying with the stream, have
a rent which gave us glimpses of his huge spotted
side. There he is and has been these twelve months
past without a thought for flies, but presently he will
become a victim to the feverish haste that will possess
all the other fish to gobble up the luscious drake, which
once tasted, all thoughts of moderation go, and, like
drunkards, they are not so particular as they were
about what they take. Men (some of us) go just as
_miad about the May-fly, only more so and much earlier.
_ The year’s business is so arranged that we may see the

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first fly’s struggle to free itself from the shell in which 3
it has grown to be so wonderfully perfect. hee
The keeper, being the most observant, was the
first to see a fly, and called our attention to it. ‘There’s d
a fly, gentlemen. Let’s go back and put the rods —
together. The rise may be earlier to-day; there are
some clouds and a nice breeze.’ 3
So we returned to the bridge for our tackle, keepi *
well from the river, and here my friend decided that ;
I had better fish below, and he above. “You go for —
the patriarch, Geen. I’ve had enough of him. But,
_ mind, none of your ninnows; the lad you have with —
you knows all the difference between a minnow ae ;
a fly.’
The green drake we had seen must have been an
eccentric, for it was two hours before I saw another, 4
and my friend and the keeper were out of sight when
I saw the first rise of a fish. I worked hard over it ~
without result, until called a little farther by another ° :
rise, where my efforts were equally unsuccessful.
By this time the flies were swarming, and I had « 4
a choice among the rising fish. I went for the one ~
that seemed the largest, and the fly behaved so nicely
as to deceive a trout, which fought with every ounce ~
of his three pounds, first by two sudden leaps and then —
by exploring the weeds, thereby testing my cast —
severely, before surrendering. ;
The next I hooked would, I reckoned, be a fit com- _
panion for the one I had, but it turned out to be a chub —
of such a size as I should have valued at another time "a
and in another place. My disappointment was of ©
short duration, as I was soon fast in a fish about which - r.
there could be no doubt; it rose so close tome that I
could see it plainly, and fortunately it was in a pool a
clear of weeds or I should probably have lost it, as _
it peighet nearly five pounds and was very slightly
hooked ol
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telling you of my efforts to secure the thirteen-pounder.

Was content to watch the spot a while to see if he
ad yet succumbed to the fascination of the ail-

fascinating drake. Would he rise? I smoked two
' pipes at least before a great swirl answered the question
_ and gave me a thrill of hope.
I did all I knew, but it was only the natural fly

that he would notice. By this time I was aroused, and
had no thoughts but for that particular fish. A natural

_ fly seemed the only chance, and to use it with success

I must cross the river and get the breeze behind me.
So, round we hastened and got opposite the spot just
in time to see him rise again amongst the little waves.

- While I changed my hook the boy captured flies, and

but little time elapsed before I was offering two of
them upon a hook. Aided by the wind, I got them

“neatly to the three-feet circle, whence the patriarch

had so far selected all his victims. Two at a time must
have tickled his fancy, for up he came, took them,
and was back again among the weeds before I had

-achance. I got on the greatest pressure that I could

as quickly as might be, and this, probably, made him
feel the hook, for he made a rush, entangled the line and

_ broke me.
_-A day with the May-fiy is an event all anglers should

have a taste of, as the tide of hope is then at its fullest.
What my basket might have been had I not courted

_ the prize my tackle did not hold I can only think of,
_ but I know that my friend had a catch of Kennet

trout of which he was very proud, as well he might be,

for he had four brace, the smallest two pounds and
the largest six pounds.

To say ‘flies’ to anglers is like saying ‘rats’ to

terriers. Their fly-book is more to them than Shake-

speare, Milton, Dickens, or Kipling, and I fear it is
oftener in their hands—-even on the seventh day—
than the Book of books. A replenished receptacle for
flies moves them more than a collection of the successful

be familiar with the hese of. every iby ss
they can put their finger on a fly that gives their
thoughts far more vigorous movement than any. |
ancient or modern painting has ever done.
Old friends that have done good service we some-_
times take from out their stalls, smooth their feathers —
admire their every feature, and then replace them —
with gentle care as we recall the times and places of ~
their triumphs. That old Butcher, whose once gaudy ~
garb is somewhat torn and faded, tells me of a great —
victory of his when, after being unpardonably over- —
looked until most other flies had been given a trial, —
he beguiled a twenty-seven-pound salmon by the ~
taking way he swam while crossing in front of the 7
wouldn’t-be-tempted fish.
In the corner of the last leaf of my book there is.
a feathery fly of many shades of brown that is nameless ~
but highly prized because it is-a relic of my faithful _ :
gillie, M‘Leish. What a length of years following ©
each other without a break we fished together pe. q
periods of from four to ten weeks, how we got on and ~
the sport we had, has been told in another book. a
At times it happened with us, even in early spring, —
that the river fell so low that the fish needed much a
tempting. On one of these occasions, just beyond ~
a black boulder, there were two grand fish, one of ©
which came boldly at a Childers, but, on closer i Inspec- -
tion, did not kke its looks. Later in the day it rose
at a Jock, but did not take it nor either of the many
other patterns I showed him on that day. We courted —
him again and again, and were encouraged in our
attentions by the notice he took of every fresh fly we im
showed him. From this we gathered that we had not ©
put before this epicure what he hoped for. Indeed, it
was easy to divine what he told his mate about the
many gaudy disappointments that he inepeee and a
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: voice, ‘Be canny, be canny, the ra is very old.’ By
this time the fish had felt the hook, and was off on a
ong rising rush that ended in a leap in spite of the
lowered top. Then came the raising of it again to feel
the fish. What an anxious moment when the prize
S over twenty pounds! Shall I feel him or is he gone?
We breathed again and with a stronger faith in the
old gut eye that had stood the strain of such a rush
and leap. It held until the fish was gaffed, and here
it is, the only relic I have, except his gaff (which with
his last words he left for me), of my good gillie, Mac.

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NEWS HAS COME—‘THE FISH ARE UP’—I HAVE A un NI via
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Is there any sport the fascination of which lays sue a
a tenacious hold upon its votaries so long before |
the season opens as does that of salmon fishi ?
The tail of the autumn army of fishers has scarce
rounded the bend before there are sounds and sig
that tell of the winter angler’s preparations for a st
So enthralling is the pursuit of this king of rive
fishes that right good fellows, who would scorn
mislead others, humbug themselves almost be ond
belief merely to justify their getting ready for it.
Preparing for my outings has occupied untold
hours during which too pressing matters have been
‘forgotten, and I have been as happy as in those
times when I was making sails for dug-out chunks 0
~ wood. |
You see the ways a fisherman doth take
To catch the fish, what engines he doth make ;

Behold how he engageth all his wits,
Also his snares, lines, angles, hooks and nets.”

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I think time well spent in making a fly, or working g
on a thought-out notion that may improve the simpl est
detail of my outfit, and the attempt to effect such
purpose has been a pleasing effort even when failure
has ended it. I was quick to discover faults in the
tackle of thirty years ago, but slow to learn what would
remedy the defects, and, unfortunately, I have to add
that I am absolutely devoid of ready-made constrt a
tive talent; so, when standing before my bench o
tools, I am much more likely to scratch my cane? fc rh
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to have need to suck a bruised finger than to make much
progress. A favourite plan of mine is to go from
room to room and scrutinise every article that lends
tself in shape, colour, or material to the something
hatching in my brain. The Spiral Minnow, between
conception and birth, a period of ’quite two years,
played havoc with numerous articles of domestic ©
use. On an unlucky day I discovered a length of
rubber tubing connecting a gas bracket with my
Turkish bath, from which I cut pieces to work with

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‘until it became too short for the original purpose it
had served; only to find that a length of tubing that
is of the same circumference at each end does not lend
itself to be made into a section of a fish, which, when
spun, will become a whole and, apparently, in a terrible
hurry to escape. But I accomplished my end at last
with the aid of a grandchild’s trumpet.

My first desire to make improvements in fishing
tackle was awakened by the loss of a salmon through
the breaking of a swivel. The phantom of that day
had no swivel, so three or four small ones were placed
upon the trace. I wrote to a maker suggesting that
‘a strong, free-working swivel might be made a com-
Ponent part of his famous bait. His reply was: ‘I

nali be pleased to adopt your suggestion if you will
tell me how best to do it.’

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I don’t remember how many different swivel af
made, or the many parts of the bait I placed them i in,
but at last I pleased myself, and, what is more, I have —
now the satisfaction of seeing that all phantoms hold»
a ring between their lips from which strands of twisted —
gut go back to hold the hooks, and, through a pin- —
hole in the ring, a pin goes forward, on which the bait —
spins freely, and thus the need for swivels on the trace :
is done away with.
Heavy, yellow, waterproof lines were used which
were harled across the fish for fifty yards before the —
bait came to them. It occurred to me it would be ~
better that they should be finer and of a dark colour, —

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and, to prevent their twisting, I made a lead, boat- |
shaped, with a swivel at each end, to one of which ©
I attached my wire trace and to the other my line,
and I felt I had much improved my chances.

The success of the definite Phantom Minnow and ~
of the indefinite spoon, when spinning, made me wish |
some one would construct a bait possessing the attrac- —
tions of both combined. To test the effect of a spoon ~
revolving round a minnow was not difficult, but it —
did not answer, and I ceased, for a time, my efforts —
in that direction; but, whenever I looked into a window _ ’
filed with a seemingly endless variety of Sheffield —
goods, that brightly glistened, the spoon and phantom ~
idea came back to be thought much of again. It was

while gazing in a window decked out with these shining dame
goods that an idea came which caused me, Irish-like, to
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‘of thought. How long I kept up the encouragement
I cannot say, but it answered, and I said aloud, ‘By
_ Jumbo, I have it!’ A spectator’s smile made me take
my fingers from my head and hurry off, but with the
Spoon and Phantom as good as made, and since then
many a grand fish has fallen a victim to it.
It was a Glen Lyon gillie that prompted me to
-make quite a new departure in my search for the
perfect minnow; he had persuaded himself that the
salmon’s desire to get at the head of what they seized
was an indication that if the bait spun backwards it
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seemed good, I spent odd hours enough, before the
next season came, to build a hut, in producing a bait
which he thought, at first sight, perfect. When the
time came to try it I had fruitlessly spun a Phantom
and a Spiral in Long Ladder Pool, where there were
several fish to be seen straight down from the high
rocks above; indeed, M‘Leish, my gillie, called to me,
‘They re na winking an e’e at ither of them. Try your
forward-backward over them, sir.’ I put one on and
had three casts with it when Mac, throwing up his
arms, bellowed out: ‘Och! bide a wee; haud it or
there’ll na be a fush in arl the Glen the morn’s morn,’
I must not forget that it was to this clever, ever-
smiling, never-discouraged gillie that I owe the notion
of a bait which should spin in almost gliding fashion
_ through the water, without the aid of flanges, and it
was he who christened it the Natural-Spin.

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To get the maximum of sport from a eo :

_ fiver a change of lure is needed from time to time, — |

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Sa tug is felt.’ It is sometimes a little saddening to see
his desire to show that this accomplishment of ‘his —

for education and the instinct of self-preservation i
prompt the fish to decline old-fashioned frauds. ‘a

During the past two seasons the sea-lance or sand- %
eel has been much in favour on the Lyon, but the — $
drawback to its use has been the fact that to shorten —
it you have to take away its head and shoulders and give —

- ita head that shall cause it to spin smoothly, The one .

in use worried me, firstly, because it made the eel look —
all head, and, secondly, the parts constantly became oe
disjointed. In addition to these troubles a lead h 7
to be forced into the body of the fish. Impatient of -

oo difficulties, I tried to make something Me

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and the spinner shown below is the result of my ;
efforts. With it the same sized head as the one cut 2
off can be firmly fixed, as the screw works round the —
spine, and, what is more, the solid head gives the :
necessary weight where it is needed most.
Spinning for salmon has seemed very easy to some | %
fishers, who, not having tried it, have given expression ~
to this thought of theirs by telling me of their experi-
ences with fiy-rods, and adding, ‘So, of course, :
should soon be at home with a rod like yours casting —
a minnow across the stream and drawing it back until —

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“ So 5aee art of casting-a minnow.

_ Lending my rod to novices to make a cast or two
was the surest way to vex my gillie Mac into fearful
~ Gaelic until the day on which I told him the tale of the
_ sheep-stealer who, in a dark shed, got hold of a bear
instead of a sheep, and, in answer to his , mpatiently-

waiting comrade, who asked, ‘Hasn’t ’e got *un?’
Ei Seplied: ‘I've got he—and he’s got I.’
_ The general issue of these first casts is that the
rod-wielder, accustomed only to overhand casting,
has no idea of the psychological moment for loosening
his hold upon the line, and consequently the bait takes
‘some direction directly opposed to his intention. It
may occur that it will reach mid-stream and there

‘draw (his experiences have not taught him the need
for haste in this), and so he meets resistance from
' something at which he strikes, and, when it holds, as
" it most often does, he wall probably exclaim, ‘See !
I have him.’

It was for such a moment Mac waited to protest
against what he considered a waste of precious time.
_ This he did by throwing the gaff upon the ground,
thrusting his hands deep into the] pockets of his knickers,
and, while shifting his weight from one leg to the other,

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_ humming, ‘T’se got he—and he’s got I.” There was ~

:: a depth of scorn in this, both for the wielder of the rod

_ and for its owner, which I hope I was the only one to
' feel. Yet Mac was ever quick after this self-indulgence

to cut an ash twig and make a ring of it to put upon
_ the rod to go out and down the line, with the hope that
the stream might carry it so that a pull upon the
-minnow might be made from such a direction as would
set it free. -

~ Casting from a reel may be very disconcerting, as
was no doubt the case with a most strenuous idvoedbs
af this method when, at a recent competition, his

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bait persisted in going up a tree far away to the right
of the line marked out. I calculated at the time that |
it would have meant three minnows at three and
sixpence each, plus other sundries. Reels do very nicely
when the water is broad, pike your prey and plentiful,
and the direction the bait may choose to take almost ~
immaterial. I have been told of a winch that is —
coming which, in answer to the slightest pull, will ©
give the line the utmost freedom for so long as the ~
need remains. That sounds all right, but the maker —
is slow or his difficulties are greater than he anticipated.

It does not seem impossible, this promised perfect
winch; so I can only doubt its coming. |

How much or how little should we tell our friends
of where we get the sport of which we write is a ques-
tion on which opinions seem to differ. While I may ©
not give such information as would cause the owner
of a private fishing who, perhaps, has been generous
to me, to be bothered with applicants, I feel some- —
what bound to assist my readers to go where I have
been, and do as I have done, when the fishing is public iy
or to be purchased.

There are ready unbelievers in what is written, even —
of fishing, about which it is so easy to discriminate
between daylight truth and midnight dreams; there- —
fore I have reason to feel flattered that what I have
written has been so very generally believed that I haye —
now to take part in drawings of lots for beats on rivers
where before I wandered at will from pool to pool.
One Spring some of the new-comers to the Lyon
fishing were so fully occupied with studies of a secret
nature that it was difficult to get speech with them and
impossible for many days—such was their caution— ~
to get an inkling of what they studied. I imagined
them great men burdened with matters of such weight _
and moment that the fishing was but little in their —
minds, and was very surprised when I discovered —
that it was my description of the river, on torn-out Re

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pages of The Fishing Gazette, in which they were so
absorbed. To give advice about fishing is rather an
undertaking, for there are fishers to whom guidance
is worse than useless, and my descriptions snares,
at each and all of which they swear in turn. To lose
seven minnows and get no fish, as happened to one of

_ these, almost excused his language.

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‘It has been an open winter with every chance

‘for salmon to ascend the river, and clean fish have

Deen seen in several of the pools,’ is the news that
has often come during the second week in January,
with the effect of firing the imagination of the waiting
sportsman. It is then his memory trots out the
doings of days past when early prizes have fallen to his
rod and also indistinct shadows of still bigger fish
that through some accident, some carelessly undetected .
flaw in line or faulty hook, have not reached the bank.
Then comes a longing to take a peep, just a peep,
at the salmon tackle. I know I shall find-my hooks

free from rust, my winches clean and their bearings

oiled, and the whippings of the rods sound and var-
nished; but a new line may be needed in the event of
my really determining to go. I have often had to think
I ought not to go, but close on the heels of such
thinking has come the thought that it would be a pity
to break the sequence of so many years of going,
and then, to settle the vexed question, I have con-
fessed that I have always returned extra fit for work.
On the occasion of which I am about to write I found
myself unusually hard to persuade, and made it in
some measure a condition that Phil, my eldest son,
should go. He isa busy man, but I talked to him until,
to his astonishment, and somewhat to mine, he con-
sented. I gave no chance for a change of mind, but

_ wrote at once to say my son would come to join my

friend, Johnson, and myself at the fishing.
The reply to my letter was a great surprise: ‘I am

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for weeks to come.’ This gave just occasion fox”
congratulating myself that I had not made it an
absolute condition that Phil should accompany me, as ~
it left an opening to discuss the expediency of my
being at the fishing so as to secure for him the first
vacancy that might occur.

The glad tidings have come. The river is in ply :
and there are fish in every pool. It is no mere state-
ment from a casual source that the fish are up; a trusty
man has said it; so the fisher’s thoughts are of Euston,
the north, and the drive from Aberfeldy, which will
give a peep of the Rocky and Drumharry pools, both
brimful of watery promise. It is best not to laugh at
‘watery promise’ as it is on the fulfilment of it that your
joys must come; water in good volume is the first
essential, fish in due season are sure to come; so
pray rather for water than for fish. Yet it may be well
to caution you that so far as I have gathered it is
best to take the weather as it comes and not interfere. ©
‘I ain’t going to pray for rain no more’ was told me
by a professional—a professional fisherman—‘“for
if you do happen to prevail on ’em to start, no prayers —
ain’t going to stop ‘em, and yer gets floods and floods.’
Still ’'ve sometimes wished I had that man with me in
Scotland.

I have a mind to test my lines again; it won't take
long, and the extra confidence it will give when the
stretching strain of a rushing fish comes to it will
pay for all the trouble. It is just this confidence that
nerves the arm to master the first Spring fish; and
it is so unlucky to lose that fish, and so disconcerting, -
too.

Why the desire to be so secret in this last unpacking é
of the packed tackle? My sanctum is in no way
sacred to a youth who twiddles new-found down. —
He does not knock, but comes in unexpectedly with
a rush and an ‘I say, dad.’ He does so now, whistles’

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_ After all the pother of preparation there still remains
that most fruitful time of happening, the hours be-
tween the morning and the evening of the starting-day.
Something is sure to occur that needs a telegram or
two.
‘Cannot go with you. Will write. Johnson.’
‘Mr Johnson cannot come for the opening. Will
reserve the rod for your son. Stewart. Fortingall.’
So after all I had the further justification for my
going that there was a son to coach.
He was the only novice amongst the party on
€ opening morning, and, in spite of the decision
of the rest that it was no use fishing, in the face of
the report that there had been a frost and the river
was half frozen over, with blocks of ice coming down,’
he said, ‘I shall have a try, and there’ s need for hurry
if the river’s going to be frozen over.’
_ Every one felt a desire to do something, so we
accompanied the impatient young man, to be wit-
' nesses of his folly; or, perhaps, it was because we
- were longing to be on the river bank. Phil had prac-
tised casting with the tin so little that I was not
surprised to see his minnow fly much beyond where
he intended, to the ice that coated the water to near
-mid-stream. With jumps, in answer to the hook’s
catches in the rough surface, the lure reached the water,
and, before it had spun three yards, it was seized,
and a fifteen-pound fish resulted. He fought as
a fresh-run fish should, and was a picture on the
frosted grass, but I think it very probable we old
folks and our faces attracted most attention from the
_ gillies, who were hurried off to fetch the idle rods.
It so happened that, on drawing for the beats we
should take, it fell to Phil and me to be on different
sides of the same stretch, and he went to the falls
x while I was trying a lower pool. As I came opposite
BK him I stood to watch, and found he had acquired some
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looking quite likely for a second fish. I advitel with
shout and gesture, a slightly slower draw, allowing the

_ bait to sink a trifle deeper in the rushing waters of the

falls. This immediately took effect, and he was hard
into a fish. He handled it well, too, and kept it under
control until, unfortunately, it decided on a journey
down-stream. When once it had left the pool the
fisher’s knowledge of its doings was only to be guessed
by him by the merry pace at which the line spun out,
for his view of the river was entirely cut off by the
impassable rock from the side of which he had made
the lucky cast. The line was rightly held to cause it
to run over the smoothest part of the jagged rock, but
unfortunately, this holding kept the trace along the
fish’s back, thus urging it on. I have found it best
at the beginning of the rush by which the fish means”
to leave a pool to keep the rod in such position as may
tend to bring his head and body sideways. Only a
very slight angle is possible at times, but nearly always
the fisher can make it sufficient to alter the fish's
line of sight, and thereby curb his desire to prolong
the rush. It was too late now, had there been a chance,
and the salmon had his way, which was down past the
Long Ladder Pool, and he was fast approaching the
rapid, rocky shoal that must have made a loss inevit-
able. But by this time I had cast my minnow across
Phil’s line, and was drawing it towards me, while
shouting to him, hidden as he was, to give slack. The
fish, wellnigh exhausted, was soon drawn in and
gafied.

Success such as this for each of his two first effort
might make the oldest salmon fisher imagine he was
about to break all records, and the new-comer to our
ranks probably wondered whatever he would do with
all the salmon that would be his before he was through
his holiday. (

Fishers of great experience have wondered and
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that three fish are taken in an hour or so by one or
the other of us, only on two occasions—as far as the
records show—have four been taken in a day, and
that number not once exceeded?’ This is one of the
many questions incidental to this sport that cannot
be answered other than by an inference from what has
happened. Captain Hargreaves was the last who put
this question to me. He had during the day caught |
three splendid fish, all over twenty pounds, and he
got them so quickly and so early in the day that there
was time to catch a dozen more. The answer I gave
him was, ‘In the first place, Captain, three fish are
not very frequently caught in a day. The average
is about three per week—half a fish per day—and
_those who get one a day are very lucky if they are
fishing many days. When you get two it is a grand
day, and when three there are no words for it or too
many. The fourth fish is a miracle that has only
happened twice, and to get beyond four would be
a miracle that has not happened yet.’

My son’s great hopes resulted in four fish in the ©
six days that business permitted him to stay, so very
probably during that time his ideas of fishing for
salmon varied much. The capture of two strong kelts
that so nearly resembled clean fish while in action as
to deceive old John, his gillie, who, though eighty
years of age and with indifferent sight, can generally
say when a kelt 1 Is being played, “I am fearful it’s no
a clane fush, sir,’ lowered his hope a bit, and the two
blank days which followed removed any question as
to his captures exceeding the number of his friends
who would accept a January Tay salmon.

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CHAPTER XV

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THE GREAT PROBLEM SOLVED AT LAST BY J. Dz P.— <i
SALMON KELTS ARE BOGIES—-MY SAILOR GILLIE a ;

‘Do salmon feed in fresh water?’ has been a igs
much discussed question these forty years in spite
of the fact that more than one learned orotecudaiae
declared that their doing so is impossible. At last thi =
vexed question is settled and everybody proved
almost nght. J. D. P. in The Field says: “Examine
a mature salmon’s mouth, and his teeth will be ‘cunts
to be placed in the apex of each jaw. He has 1
back teeth, but is furnished with bony jaws, pro
a powerful crushing apparatus. The front veathi es
used solely in seizing his prey, as evidenced by
salmon’s method of taking a minnow from behind 2 and
never with the side dash of the trout. Once sec red,
his prey is passed under the crushing apparatus,
whereby he extracts all the juices and goodness from
his food. The solid and now worthless material a:
‘rejected.’ So let it be that they do and they do ne _
I will forget, with what haste I can, the hooks and
worms that in boyhood’s days I dug from depths mu ch
below ‘the crushing apparatus,’ that peace may reign.
The fact remains that there are days, oft-recurring day S,
when the fish refuse the juices of the sweetest morsel,
and this is testified to by Ronald himself, who told her
ladyship from Taymouth Castle when fishing with
-him: ‘There are times when they'll be taking m at
anything, and ither times they wouldna tak,
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may know a salmon from a kelt? The signs are every-
where on every kelt, yet I cannot find the man who
can give me one by which I may know a fairly-mended
silver kelt. It’s just a problem that must be demon-
strated by laying the two side by side, and then the
difference will be so striking as tosafford an education
that you cannot possibly forget, and, for ever after,
a kelt, like writing that has become familiar, is unmis-
takable in every line. Kelts are bogies that have
frightened fishers into returning many a clean fish.
One of the cleverest Tay salmon fishers I have
met caught two fish in the Tummel, thought them
clean until too late to return them to the water, and,
liking them less and less after their death, buried them
under some bracken, and told me during dinner
what he had done, adding: ‘I feel sure they are
kelts.’ I felt sure they were not, or he would have
recognised them. Tummel salmon are long and thin
and much inclined to favour such mistakes, but the
fish in question were unusually well-shaped and the
fisher of such repute as to seem beyond the reach of
kelt-fright.

It happened quite recently that a Captain’s gillie,
following closely upon the Captain’s heels, brought
to the hotel a silver kelt, and so unmistakable to me °
was the character of the animal that I whispered to

the host while yet the fish and fisher were some
distance from the lobby. The gillie is a shepherd
and knows nothing of the fishing; the Captain is
the dearest of good fellows and a happy fisher, catch
fish who may; so you can be sure the news of his mis-
take was broken to him gently. The host referred
him to me to ask for some distinguishing mark by
which he might know a kelt, so he came to me and
Said: ‘Would you mind telling me how I may know
whether a fish is a salmon or a kelt?’
_ I told him of many signs that would stamp a fish
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none of them and yet be kelt all over. to ‘tive. who
have once seen clean and unclean fish side by side.
What the Captain had done and heard caused him —
to have such a mighty awe of bringing home another —
kelt that when, on the following day, he hooked a
salmon of thirty pounds, neither its perfect aed
nor its great strength in a fifty-minutes struggle
dispelled his fear. So great did the doubt remain
that his soldier comrade, Colonel B——-, who was ©
fishing on the other side, was asked his opinion; but
he could not give one from such a distance as “ate |
them; so they met at the bridge, where they held an
inquest and, being still undecided, they came to me.
I was wading, and unconscious of onlookers other
than my gillie, when he called, ‘You are wanted, sir, —
and, when I turned, I saw the Colonel, the Captain, |
and their two gillies, all in fear that the splendeg
fresh-run fish was nothing but a kelt.
Peter's Pool is the first to answer to a southenn!
wind, ard, luckily for me, it was in my beat the day
the change came. The salmon had ceased their leaping, — ;
and were no doubt as joyful and as full of knowledge
of the change as we who viewed the scudding cota
and felt the falling rain. Be!
‘Waders, John; now’s our chance for fish.’ Ps 4
The smallest minnow and the finest line were soon —
across the stream, and it was grudgingly, and with |
as little disturbance as I could to the pebbly bottina
that I travelled down to deeper parts, as there were
only a few yards in which I had hopes of fish. The
water had nearly reached the tops of my waders when —
a tug came, which, with my answering strike and the —
moving. of a stone, almost overbalanced me and, to.
save myself, I scrambled forward into ceeper "ee
and, doing so, filled my waders; but I got the
Tohn was smiling as he stitched its mouth—t ney
stiffen better so—perhaps at the thought of go ing
through the village with it on his back. When ne nae

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had three to carry he would not let a brother gillie,
who had none, share his glory.

Of course I had to have a pipe before trying for
a second in so small a space, but as Nature was evi-
dently gathering force for some great outburst it
would have been unwise to delay for long. I was
fortunate enough to choose the happy time, and weak
enough, I fear, to share in John’s pride when we got
another just at dusk, made earlier by the darkly
threatening clouds.

The storm raged late into the night, and, between
the blasts, I could hear the patter of the welcome
rain that said so plainly: ‘The river will be high and
full of sport on Monday. Salmon will be hurrying
past the netting stations while the nets are off and will
soon be here, fresh and innocent, to fall an easy prey.’
With thoughts of big ones which multiplied in the
hhaziness of coming sleep, I travelled on to dreams that
only ended with the morning’s call.

A moist fortnight followed, during which every
fisher was made more or less happy. It is a pleasant
time when all are pleased and chatty. The river ran
just the right height, and the only thought was of fish.
The teachings of the Right Honourable “Joseph
Chamberlain, the wealth of the Rothschilds, and the
futures of kingdoms were small matters compared
with ‘What bait did you use to.catch those fish?’
or with the oft-repeated question, ‘How do you manage,
Geen, when a fish comes on while the tin is full of
coils?’ My reply to the latter question has become
uniform from repetition. ‘Trouble not of what will
happen when the fish is on; use all your faculties to
get the attachment, the fish will do the rest.’

I am anxious that it should not be inferred from
this that I consider myself more clever than most
with a salmon; indeed I must sometimes appear a
novice, for more than once strangers have offered
e advice when playing one. The last time this
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occurred I heard a voice from behind telling me what —
I ought to do if I hoped to land the fish. I looked
round to see who had spoken, and got my first glimpse -
of one of those well-meaning gifted creatures who are
always ready to give advice and lend a helping hand.
I know a Gaelic word or two, not nice ones, but under-
stood by gillies, which came involuntarily as the
worthy man bustled so near me that I feared he~
meditated demonstrating his knowledge by taking my
rod and showing me how to hold it to stop the dashing,
leaping fish. The gillies, his and mine, were so seriously -
concerned that they had to reserve their laughter
while they hastened to get below the fish and, with
stones, endeavour to stop his downward course to where
I could not follow. The new-comer had a better
plan; he waded in to beat the water with his gaff, -
lost his footing, and toppled over with a splash just
above the fish, which in its fright went down with
such a rush be yond the overhanging trees that I had
to hold and break or lose all my line. i

But to return to the coiling tin: ‘Suppose the fish
comes towards you instead of darting off—what then?’ —

‘Not once in a season will it happen that a salmon,
which is so near when hooked that your tin holds —
many coils, will come so much nearer that the up-—
lifting of your rod from its position when the strike
was made will not suffice; but, should it not, take
a step backwards or add a coil, or even two, or more. z
When the fish sees your movement he will run off i :
earnest and soon be upon the winch.’

It often happens that while talking of the very
remote chance of a certain thing happening the very
incident will occur. Mr J. C. Pipe, who met me fore
the first time on the Broom Pool, having learnt fro
his gillie who I was, asked me to let him see how
I used my Grant Vibration rod and the tin of which
he had heard and read so much. I pfotested that I
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Thad to fish it or appear most unobliging. I took several
long casts without result, and then pulled from off
the winch what line was needed to search the river
from bank to bank, and, while the line was stretched
out to its last coil, I felt it tighten, and struck a fish
which, after much manceuvring, was brought across
and safely gaffed. Not many minutes after I felt’
the slightest touch at the same spot, but with no
result. Coil on coil dropped into the tin without my
heeding. My eyes were watching for the minnow to
‘see if it had become disfigured by a weed. I saw it
coming, and, when it was so close to me that I was
in the act of lifting for another cast, something hap-
pened that was so startling in its combined effects
as to quite unnerve me for an instant and put to
ridicule my ready answer to ‘How do you manage
when a fish comes on while your tin is full of coils?’
I killed the fish which had actually splashed me in its
Tush for the bait; but for an account of what hap-
ed during the first few seconds you must ask Mr
Pipe, who, being an onlooker, saw most of the fun.
Many who have thought their ‘Mallock’ or their
‘Silex’ reel perfection have been converted to the
coil. They could cast as far and as accurately as I,
though not with so light a lure as mine; but the
getting back, with a reel, must cause discomfort
which becomes too back-breaking for any one before
the day is over on a river like the Lyon. It is a
pleasure to stand by a newly-made convert to the
tin and show him still further how it is done—there
are several helpful wrinkles—and see his pleasure and
hear his thanks. Military men are the most apt
pupils and show most pleasure, for the head-up attitude
that coil-making allows suits the set of their limbs
better than the stooping, leaning bend which the
winch exacts, and they are also quick to see how
much more enticingly they can manipulate the bait
with their new-learned method.
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A day came when my finger tips wahied beset
on, and, as I met the need, I looked skywards for
the cause; to find that the weeping clouds that had
come from south-lying Drummond Hill had sive]
place to others that were coming from cold Schiehal- ;
lion. It grew very nippy, and again I had to throw
warm breath on my icy fingers preparatory to anothe
start, only to find the inner circumference of the rod
rings filled with ice. My gilllie breathed on each
block in turn until his fingers could nip them out;
this done, I made another start and got half-way
down the pool before the rings needed his breath one
more. John did his duty and then looked at a

I did not appear to notice—in a modest way, first
at my feet, then upwards, and, when he reached m:
eye, he smiled and said encouragingly : ‘I have kno
you catch them later, sir, and do you mind when 1
your rings were frozen and a big salmon was on you
dipped your rod in the water with the hope of tha
them? You got the fish. ‘So I did, John. Who anal
cares for frost or cold so long as the river runs and 1
the minnow spins?’ ‘
Snow on the rocks down to the river's edge
snow between the rocks, hiding the dangers that
unguarded step might make painfully evident, made
our movements slow and, at times, undignified owir
to the necessity for progression on all fours or b
sliding on what Nature intended for sitting on an
maybe, birching. Work is a mild word for walking
miles on slippery snow where each three feet forward
is lessened by a backward slide. Ds
I was perched on the highest rock in the Elm Tr ‘
Pool when a fish rose to the surface of the bubbling

to dive with his prize. The frozen line threw off. ts
beads of ice as it raced through the mings in answer
to the fish’s rush and leap. “Should we lower the OL

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‘cussed and answered with a ‘yes’ or ‘no.’ Neither
answer is correct, for, if you will only notice when
next you have a fish on that is going with a rush and
Tising as he goes, you will instinctively lower your
tod top and give him line so that no strain of yours
shall help him to a somersault that may bring his
shaking head and open mouth towards you, with all
the risk of loss such leaps entail. My top was lowered
in good time, and, before I could raise it, the fish was
fifty yards away and tugging to increase the distance.
Round bends that caused the line to pass along jagged
edged rocks the fish struggled on dow n-stream, I quite
helpless; for to have kept on a strain would have

t disaster, so, with slackened line, I handed
down the rod and then scrambled down myself, wound
in the slack, and followed.

John spends the summer months as sailor on a
steamer out from Oban and is as agile as a goat.
He clambered on in front, bared the stones of snow,
and held my forward foot. It was his care that brought
me safely to where I could wind until I felt the fish,
which struggled little after that. His sailor boots,
hidden beneath his trousers, saved my second fish,
hooked while on the Little Ladder. This spot is
reached by the aid of a short ladder—a fixture—
which lands you in a niche in a somewhat perpendicular
tock, quite perpendicular from the ledge to the river
beneath, from where, if your head is indifferent to its
surroundings, you may sometimes cast across a number
of fish and now and then have the luck to see one come
from the stern of a stone and seize your lure. This
was what happened to me when the snow lay deep
on the shelving narrow ledge down which, after ascend-
ing the ladder, I ought to have found my way to the
level of the river about eighty yards down-stream.
ere was no delay—there often is—on the part of
he fish in realising that he was attached to danger.
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enabling me to give him all I dared, and I dared 50
much that he was glad to turn as he neared the head
of the pool without making an effort to reach the
falls. His journey back was a leisurely one, and
then he faced the stream again as if waiting to ask,
“Where is my enemy now?’ A smart strike set him
off up-stream again, as I desired it should, with the
result that he tired more quickly than on the forme
occasion, and was quickly back to the stone from which
he had issued at the minnow’s invitation, His reluct-
ance to move now made me fear an entanglement,
and I gave him a jerk, which moved him again, but
to my dismay, it was down-stream that he rattled out
the line until I feared he would be over the shallows:
and amongst the high boulders about 100 yards below.
Now was the time for ‘ up the ladder and clamber
along the narrow ledge and down.’ But I had deter- {
mined not to try that passage while the snow wa
there, so I called to the sailor to go down, with t e
hope that I might bring the fish near enough to the
side for him to gaff. My position did not permit the
rod to aid me in this though the fish was then floating
on his side in mid-stream, and I could do nothing but
hold on with the line round my hand, hoping that by
some means the handy man would reach him. I was
hopeful, when I saw John land on a rock well out into
the stream, that he would be able to reach it, but he
could not. Just then it struggled afresh, and the
gillie, thinking the prize would go, stepped off the
rock into much above his high boots and gaffed him.
Climatic conditions quickly alter in Glen Lyon)
and have much effect upon its visitors. The frost
that locks the river to-day and sends them home !
by its seemingly fixed determination to abide ma
be gone to-morrow, and the wires will be set to wor vy
that bring numbers back to tread the river's banks
that once knew but few Spring-comers other than
myself. ‘Do I like the change?’ Yes, and stay the
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longer for it. I think it a pleasant break to see the
form and hear the voice of a brother sportsman. I
dislike an empty house; my own was quickly filled
with little strangers—some of them are with me still
_—who have grown to be my best friends. When the
company at the hotel is a pleasant one much is learned,
energies are sharpened, and there is more inclination
for just one more try before leaving off. The spur of
competition had much to do with my success that
season, which was beyond all previous records, thirty-
four fish, which totalled 620 pounds, in thirty-three
days. My knowledge of the river helped me much,
and the coiling tin 1 am sure gave me some advantage.

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CHAPTER XVI

FROM EUSTON TO LOCH ALSH—FISHING AT GLENELG—
ON TO GLENSHIEL—-A GATHERING OF MER rad
SCOTSMEN. ; ag
WHEN two of my sons, Walter and Kirk, invited |
me to join them in a summer holiday in the High-
lands where there might be a hope of fishing, I he if
to consider that, while I was very familiar with m ch
of Scotland’s Winter and Spring fishings, I was not
so well up in the knowledge of where to go for s rt
in summer time beyond the Tweed. But I know
something about many fishing places I have never
seen. I think I must be a good listener to tales | of
sport. When any of my fishing friends say, ‘Have
you ever been to——-, Geen?’ and I have to mae
No,’ I do it so inquiringly that I get much informa-
tion, which I store. In this manner I learned that there re-
are two rivers at Glenelg, in Inverness-shire, having
sea-trout and salmon. I remembered, too, reg
of grand takes of pollack there by a friend of r ine
who lost five out of the six baits that I gave him i
jaws of monsters which he could not hold. Se v
decided on Glenelg.
Our first lengthy stop after leaving Euston was —
at Loch Alsh, where the Highland Railway nc Ww ;
terminates, just opposite to, and within a mile of,
the Isle of Skye. The last portion of our journe Ys
the magic ride from Inverness, toilings up and rushings
down, had blown into us sufficient of the vigour | ot
the Highlands to make us, after lunch, anxious to
explore our halting-place. hee
The only fishing proved to be Sapp for s al
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large white fly. So we turned inland, and from an
eminence enjoyed a sight of the wondrously island-
dotted sea, which was soon glorified by a magnificent
sunset that dipped each little island in a separate
colour and yet compelled the thought of one great
mauve expanse to the undetailing eye. Herring
boats, all with the same peculiar drooping foremast,
were making their tortuous journey to the distant
open sea, submitting themselves to Nature’s HSE
as they passed each isle until at last they all becam
_ black specks and the scene displayed no sign of motion
_ save those of changing hues.
The next day we went on to Glenelg by steamer,
a trip all too short and speedy for any but the most
impatient. Every few minutes the boat seemed
to be making straight for land, only to defeat our
guess each time by running into an unseen kyle—
a narrow rapid leading to wider waters.
We arrived at Glenelg at noon. The hotel is an
excellent stopping-place for tourists and anglers,
_ and we found a very pleasant company there, of whom
the greater number were evidently fishermen who,
in spite of a long period of drought, wore brave looks
- that showed they were well accustomed to the freaks
of salmon rivers in summer time.
‘Far too low for the slightest hope, Geen,’ was the
_ greeting of a Spring salmon fisher of my acquaintance.
_ ‘Have you tried the pollack?’ I inquired of him,
and his reply shattered my hopes in that direction
completely. “Yes, several times, and not a pull, and
_ the boatmen say this will be one of the years when
none will come.
: I learned that pollack visits were very rare, although
the rocky ground seemed an ideal home for them.
As yet I have failed to find a fisherman who can
_ explain why these fish are always to be found on some
_ rocky coasts and only now and then on others. From
_ experience I have formed the idea that their chief

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necessity, after weedy rocks, is warmth of water, and —
that when they pay their rare visits to colder seas
it is only in pursuit of an equally rare rush of their —
prey to such localities. To those who ask: ‘How is —
it they are found in abundance in the north-west of |
Ireland and not in Scotland?’ the answer is easy. ie
' The proximity of the Gulf Stream is the important ©
factor that makes them haunt the Scilly Islands, the —
coasts of Cornwall, and the far north-west of Ireland.
Pollack of a kind, small and dark, or red (the soldier),
may be caught in some numbers in the coldest waters, —
but it is only i in the warmer waters that you may hope ,
for pollack in numbers and of the largest size. a

We caught cod at Glenelg whenever I could tear
my sons from their fly rods and the small brown trout. —
They were very eager for a real week’s fly-fishing ~
until they learned for themselves that the sight of —
salmon that will not take until the river rises becomes ~
vexatious to those whose time is limited. a

The river gave signs of being an ideal one for summer 7
fly-fishing, given much rain. It contains about six —
good pools, and above them comes the Gorge through ~
which the river runs sometimes swiftly over shallows, —
sometimes silently in deeps between high rocky sides,
which, in many places, admit of no approach to the
water. b:
Fly-fishing in the Gorge is almost impracticable, —
but there are places where salmon are caught with the —
worm when a summer flood is on. What is most —
needed by those coming here for fishing is good length ~
of holiday and a capacity for patiently putting in time _
until the heavy rain comes. Then good sport is ©
assured both with sea-trout and salmon, which latter a
run to a large size, a fifteen-pounder being taken there —
last summer by Mr Fearon, a regular visitor and a very
keen sportsman. 4

There is a loch, set high between’ two hills, that a
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who will climb to either of the hill-tops there are
pictures of wild mooriand scenery that well repay
the trouble. f

On the Sunday—a non-fishing day—we marched
off early up the Glen to see the loch and search for
spots that should please the artist’s eye. Many sights
that we two know-nothings would have wished pictures
of were dismissed with a wave of his hand, which seemed
to give all too eloquent an expression to the pity
he felt for our lack of the artistic gift. After most
careful instruction as to the manner of accomplishing
the duty I was allowed to carry the long legs on which
the camera stands when in action. This to the unin-
itiated may appear a very trifling affair, but it is not
so when the journeying is up the side of a moun-
tainous hill and the sun is doing its best to cook you.
_ lL always understood that the photographer is a little
bit of an autocrat in his dealings with ordinary mortals,
but I don’t remember ever having so fully realised it
before that day. It was: ‘Take this and do be careful.’
“Stand there—oh, please, don’t shufile, I said ‘‘stand.”’ ’
“Oh, there’s a laugh; did you see his face, Walter, just
as I snapped him?’

I declined to go all the way to the top of the high
hill to see the lake that is supposed to be full of trout,
so I sat me down by the little burn that tumbles
with refreshing music from the lake-to the river that’s
in the meadows down below.

Being rested and thirsty I got a drink from the
burn by dipping my nose into it. The movements
needed to do this brought to view clusters of wild
raspberries, and, when I had gathered the best of
these, I saw that farther up the little glen, in which
the burn had worked its deep cutting, there were
more than could be gathered in a day. I tried the
nuts, but they were, of course, quite soft; but I found
some wortleberries, and laid my handkerchief over
them so as to find the spot easily to show them to

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the boys, who had often eaten this fruit in. Devon-
shire pies but had never seen it growing. |
They were gone for quite two.hours, and I had
another long rest, mused, and wrote some notes in
the little dell that formed my world, where every-
thing seemed perfect and perfectly arranged. The
ferns were of every shade, and, up amongst them
and above their heads, were the canes with berries
of glittering red, looking like gems, dotted so lavishly
as if there were, as there is, no limit to Nature's bounty.
Above these again the hazel bushes, laden with nuts,
hung down in graceful bends that said quite plainly,
‘I protect the lesser plants below.’ Still higher up were
the spreading branches of tall ash-trees, decked out
with their lovely fluttering leaves, and appearing much
too proud to look down upon what they shaded.
The musing fit has left me, and I am wide awa!
again and wondering what can keep the boys s so
long. I know they will return this way, that’s a family
faith, so what shall I do to give them some surprise ™
beyond the mild one of seeing how ‘worts’ grow.
The burn whispers, ‘Tickle a trout and prove that you
are as young as flattering friends sometimes vow you
are.’ ‘What fools we old men are!’ so said the gay
Lord Quex. How easily fooled we are with pretty
words from smiling lips; but it is putting their flattery
to the severest test when an old man attempts to
tickle trout. |
Here come the boys, and I'll get the artist (if I can)
to take a photo of the spot I have been drean
in.
Our next stay was to be at Glenshiel, a ten miles"
drive, the first three being on a good level road. Then
came four miles of climbing, which,. for the horses”
sake, we walked, followed by a three miles’ descent
on a sloping road, with such a precipice on the lower
side that we chose to walk this portion for our ¢ wn
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- place the horses shied alarmingly. The only explana-

tion given to us for this sudden show of spirit was
_ the driver's remark, as he looked at the stone-dotted
hill-side: ‘I wonder who has been rolling that one
down and turning it the wrong side up.’

_ The road winds first this way and then that, in
a zigzag fashion, to graduate the great drop to
Loch Duich, which, with its mountainous surround-
ings, its fir plantations, and white houses dotted here
and there on its shores, makes quite an Alpine
picture.

- The hostess of the Shiel Hotel, a sister of the host
of Glenelg, was expecting us, and after kindly welcome
hurried us in to dinner.

_ The company assembled was composed of men
much younger than myself, who rose to shift their
‘places to make room for us, while he who occupied

_ the seat of honour, to my great surprise, came towards
‘me and held out his hand with, ‘I am glad to meet
you, Mr Geen; we would certainly have waited dinner
for you had Miss Mackintosh but known the time of
your arrival. Now, please, take my seat. I'll tell you
ny and all about it presently.’ ’

Protestations were of no avail; I was almost pushed
into the vacant headship while being assured that
several of those sitting round the board would be
furthering their studies by doing a little carving.
‘They are mickle fit for aught else.’ The laughter
_ that followed this showed the speaker to be a privileged
person, but roars greeted the retort from somewhere
at the table-end, ‘It’s your way to Harley Street
you’ re carving, doctor, as a michty Helminthologist.’

I found myself presiding Over nine young Scots-
“men, whose names and occupations I was to gather

from their spokesman, who, now seated on my right,
gos me he was well acquainted with my friend Dr
geeteason, of Richmond, and that possibly I might
ve heard him speak of a Dr Rorie, of Cardenden.

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We were delighted to meet a friend of our doctor
while among so many strangers, and, having told him ~
this, I asked who were the owners of the happy faces —
that surrounded him. They were all Scottish, I found, —
and were made up of Dr Henderson, in practice at
Kirkcaldy, four newly-fledged surgeons—one the ~
great star of promise of his year—a young clergyman, —
an accountant, and a student of singing. This happy
group seemed happiest when the members of it were —
butting at each other with some laughing reminiscence. ~
I had been so puzzled by the Helminthologist joke
that curiosity prompted me to ask its meaning. It
was the reverend gentleman, the recipient of one of
Dr Rorie’s digs, that told me in flavoured Scotch the ©
following tale :-— ai

‘I must tell you, Mr Chairman, that the doctor ©
is a man of whom we are very proud. We are proud —
of him from his every side, but particularly so for his —
wonderful abilities at diagnosis. If he has a failing
it is his dislike to long’ tales of woes; he wants to see —
the woes and to guess the tales. Now ason of a poor
neighbour of ours had the misfortune to trip back-—
wards and sit in a pail of scalding water. When our
dear friend, the doctor, was fetched he gave the mother ©
no chance of telling him anything of the pail of scalding ©
water but said at once, ‘“Now, my lad, show me what's
troubling you,” and, when he got a view, pronounced ~
it the biggest ringworm he had ever seen.’ ia

This made it the doctor’s turn. ‘That tale will soon ~
be needing patches; but you told it well, Douglas, and
it will be only fair to let the company hear of one of
your recent triumphs.’ +

The Rev. Mr Baird,’ he said, ‘went to offer consola-
tion to a dying man, and, as he was especially obdurate,
the clergyman tried to harrow his feelings with a threat
of the King of Terrors, but was soon discouraged by, *
‘“‘Hoots, toots, mon, I’m no scairt at the King of
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f ' $ax-arld-thirty years, and the King, I’m thinking, can
be no muckle waur.”’’

General laughter greeted this; I suppose the tale
Was new to them. It was the clergyman himself
who laughed the loudest, so perhaps it was new to
him, but new or not, just as the laughter began to
subside, he started us all off afresh with his “Ach!
it’s a puir chance the clergy have when Dr Rorie has
done his best.’

_ The meal and the evening passed with many another
tale, and a song or two from Marcus Thomson, the
Loncon trained singer, who, with his splendidly rich
baritone voice, gave us, among others, ‘The Sands
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CHAPTER XVII

THE BRIDGE POOL AT NIGHT—OUR HAYDEN COFFIN— °
A MUCH-PRAISED LOCH

AFTER next morning’s breakfast four of our cone
left us. They were on the tramp, a walking holiday,
while their friends were staying for the fishing. =
We tried sea-fishing first, but a morning at it con-
vinced us that Loch Duich’s waters, although salt, are
too far from the open sea to afford much sport. We
got a few little cod anda very nice string of flounders.
In the afternoon we walked by the river, but found the
water too low to give hope of success; still the sight
of sea-trout in several pools, and a salmon here 2
there, caused Walter and Kirk to regret that they had
not brought their rods and to make plans for a good d
try after tea. :
As we were leaving the hotel in the evening 1
attention was called to an extraordinary altera
in the outlook, due to changes in the atmos here.
The great, bare, brown hills in front—the Five Sis ai
of Kintail—had apparently advanced so much nez
as to appear quite close, and their details, which eye
could not reach before, were now clearly outlined
a sure sign of rain. How unreal they looked agail nst
the blue sky, which, with light clouds here and ther«
appeared to press them in, may be gathered from ny
matter-of-fact son who obtrusively Tee ‘Why,
it’s just the cardboard effects of Earl’s Court. F ‘om
While we looked and talked a shower came whic
brought a rainbow, and the form it came in, an almos S
completed ring, added further unreality to the wr
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and Walter and Kirk were delighted with their intro-

‘duction to this sporting fish. They had worked their
way up as far as the little loch called Loch Shiel, and

_ had seena salmon leap init, and were anxious to have a

try for this on the morrow if they could have the use ofa
boat they hadalsoseen. When they found that this was
possible, they indulged their most hopeful speculations
as to chances of big fish, overhauled my fly-books,
and then passed them on to me to rearrange.

Another merry dinner-time came and another course
of good-humoured argument and pleasant banter.
Then, I know not how, the conversation took a serious
turn, and the subject of discussion was the Scottish
Church and the dissension between the Wee Frees
and the Uniteds. I was soon out of my depth as
I listened to the making of points which needed great

-store of learning in Theological History. The two
brothers, the accountant and the singer, had, after
a while, the field to themselves, and dug deeper and

_ deeper into distant epochs with many a ‘No, sir,’

and ‘Yes, sir,’ fromeach tothe other. The singer, with

a love for fishing that dominated even his love for
a discussion, was the first to give a qualified surrender,
expressing himself as anxious to try what the Bridge
Pool would be like at night. He had never, he said,
caught a fish heavier than a half-pounder, and here
there were salmon all waiting. ‘And, ye ken, Rowan,
it’s fush I came for and nae for the putting of ye richt
where yer doctrine is at fault. Come ye oot and
bring the net wi’ ye, and maybe the gaff, and I’ll
listen to yer clavers at the river’s side.’

This caused a general movement towards the nearest
pools, where we found the sea-trout were rising briskly,
and, by the time dark night had fallen, we had capiured
upwards of two dozen, which made a pretty show when
set upon two dishes with a lamp shining upon them.

Marcus—our Hayden Coffin—was the most suc-

cessful. He had been fishing with a Silver Doctor,

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which not only beguiled the largest of the trout, but

also induced one of the many salmon in the Bridge

Pool to take it. A little crowd of us, with gaffand nets, _

answered his cry for help, but alas! they were not
needed; the line fouled a bush and the fish broke away.

That night it rained, rained perseveringly; and
our breakfast-table was enlivened by the sound
of the still enduring storm. Anxiously we all visited
the river. It was not yet affected. All then scattered
to enjoy whatever hope there was of success.

My sons and I visited the much-praised loch. I
rowed the boat while they fished, but though we
saw some big fish move they came not to the rods.
My companions, however, were highly pleased with
the basket of trout they captured and with the improve-
ment which they had made in casting.

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While rowing, I had noticed the increase in the —

volume of the burns, and, as we neared the inn,
I heard the roar of water from the chief of the streams
which joins the Shiel about 200 yards from home.
The river was rising; it rose while we watched, and sent
us hurrying to our fly books, to prepare for afternoon.
The catches that day when put together made an
imposing show. There were seventy sea-trout and
a salmon of eleven pounds. Marcus became keener
than ever while viewing the salmon as it hung on a>

garden-seat between the splendid take of trout ready —

for the photographer, and talked of not going to bed
for fear of a repetition of his dream of catching fish,
which had kept him sleeping far too late that morning.

In the evening the rain came down in torrents, and,
after a lengthy wait, it was decided there should be
no fishing, so we had more songs until bedtime came.

Early-risers found the river looking even more

fit than on the previous day; and there was much ©

evidence of impatience while waiting for breakfast

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ence in them when a full river comes after weeks of
waiting. There were no masks upon these youngsters’
faces. Their chance had come; they knew it; and they
- gave no thought to dissimulation. Eating became
little but a mere stoking. The sound of voices calling
with a quip to the servers of the varied dishes drove
ultra-refinement to the winds, and we were just a
tableful of noisy scramblers.

Sport all round was capital that day. The sea-
trout in their feeding were as indiscriminate and
_ hasty as their captors had so lately been, and were
ready to take any fly, in any place, however thrown.
It was such a day as sends a novice home with pride
that he has so nearly learned an art which his elders
are said not to have mastered yet. There were fine —
brown trout, too, among the captures; but Marcus
had the prizes, two splendid salmon, one of which
weighed fifteen pounds, the other nine.

“Quickly come and quickly go’ is the case with
spates in Highland streams, and by next noon the
river had returned to normal level, to new sobriety
and gentie ripplings among the boulders. But, before
it reached no-fishing limit, it gave to us more of its
game sea-trout and one more salmon.

The Shiel has this advantage over many mountain
streams, that in its loch, within a half-mile of the hotel
door, there is always a hope of fish, so that fishers
need not rust while waiting for the river’s rising.

We spent a day, a delightful day, in exploring
the chief burn spoken of above. ‘Burn’ is but a tiny
name for such a stream up which, at times, good sea-
trout make adventurous way to pools of the quaintest
shape. Some are broad and shallow, where a-shoal of
fish may be seen hiding beneath the eddying foam; while
others are deep, long, and narrow, not three feet wide,
where a fish when hooked is almost sure to leap from
- the narrow trough to the bare rocks, there sometimes
_ to frée himself and then flop back to the trough again,

The hotel fishing includes five good pools in ee :

“main stream, beginning with the one beneath the —

bridge that always holds fish to stay the idler’s foot- — 4

steps while he rests, with his arms upon the wall,
and peeps down to watch their doings. It’s seldom

a village bridge that spans a river remains unoccupied _

fax long, and it was so with this one. No matter what —
the weather was, its coping stones were being polished —
at all hours of the day by a row, sometimes long —

and at others short, of sleeves, given weight to by —
chins that seemed to rest on them heavily while the —
owners solved problems. Sea-trout werenumerous here, |
but very shy until the day was almost gone, and then ©

they fell ready victims to quite large flies.

Above this is a pool called ‘The Half-Pool,’ just 4

below the junction of the Shiel and the ‘Big Burn’

This can be fished from either side, and holds a rosea 4

deep, a holding run, and an eddying shallow.
Opposite the schoolhouse is the long ‘Captain’s Pool,’ a

good length of capable-looking water, easily fishable over —

the low-boughed alders or from the ‘schoolhouse side.
Then comes the narrow ‘Inkpot Pool,’ hemmed —

in by dangerous weeds, from which I was told salmon | 4

were often taken, but I got none.

Loch Shiel comes next, about which I have already
written. The reeds are thickly growing round it, and —
you will need the boat. Above this is the last of the
fishing, a good, deep, slowly- running length of water,

in which were a large number of sea-trout, and where 4
only a breeze was needed to keep us busy. At times —

the surface of the water in this pool was as a sheet of —

glass, beneath which shoals of sea-trout passed close to

me, as I stood, hidden by a bush, ready to drop my

fly, and by this dibbling method I got several, but —

it was when the shades of night came that we had
most success, and even after it was so dark that we

could only guess where our fly had fallen we got
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In the visitors’ book you may see the names of
many clever fishers, and amongst them that of Mr
Cholmondeley Pennell, who, perhaps, has been more

3uccessful on the Shiel than any other man. His

captures, and those of others, as recorded in that
book, make hopeful reading for the new-comer, as,
given a full river, there is no need, nor time, to sigh at
their successes; he may hope to beat all records.

The hotel has amongst its men-servants one whose
duty it is to get fish for the table when the anglers
fail, and for this purpose he may use a net at the
river's mouth or a rod upon the river. His rod is old,
battered, broken, spliced, and bound with rough cord
in sundry weak places; but, nevertheless, seek out
the owner of it, and get from him information where
to go and what ‘fly to use.

Glenshiel is hard, both for the mind and body,
to get away from. Ask your kindly landlady about —
the drive back to Glenelg and the day the Mallaig
boat leaves there. We had our day fixed for returning,
and started asking questions over-late, so that our
getting back was roundabout. But we managed it
by driving to Strome Ferry to catch the eleven twenty-
five. The distance by the road is somewhere near to
twenty miles, and to accomplish it the mail allows four

hours. We rose very early, and did the task comfort-

abiy, although we had so many hills to climb. At
a ferry there was to cross we were delayed while men
were summoned, the boat brought over, and horses,
cart, and luggage packed in it. But we were still
ahead of the mail, which every day does this long

| journey, and, as we mounted the hills on the other

side, we saw it reach the ferry-stage. .There was
time at Strome Ferry for a real breakfast, and time
to prepare ourselves for a renewal of the treat of

_arun over the Highland Railway to Perth, and then,
_ by the L. and N. Western, to ‘that dear old hut, our
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CHAPTER XVIII

A GRAND TIME IN CONNEMARA—BONIFACE AND HIS
GUESTS—PAT AND KITTY—BRIAN O MALLEY

IRELAND stands foremost, next after my native
Devon, to inspire thoughts of happy days among
fun-loving folk with roguish faces and twinkling
eyes. It may be that my upbringing under the close
influence of a man who was always boyish, as the
Irish are, and very Irish in wit and manner, may
be held accountable for this, or he may have had

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Irish blood within his veins, some of which he gave

to me.
A profound remark from a child’s tongue caused

an astonished father to observe that his prodigy

must have had some prior existence. Now if this
be possible, within the realms of Nature’s ordering,
there comes in the chance that I have been an Irish-
man, or shall be if the whirligig goes on. Who can
be more pleased to tread Irish soil, who happier on an
Irish car, who loves the blarney more, or goes oftener
to fish Irish streams than I?

My boys need a breath or two of the Old Country’s
air occasionally, almost as much as I do, and it’s the
one we call Harry that is drooping for it now; so
we are off, and it’s a fine time we intend having in
Connemara.

‘Mid-September is a little late for a start on a
somewhat lengthened tour during which, if Fortune
favours us with weather fitting, we are going to test
the charts that tell the depths where pollack should

be found round many an island ’twixt Achill and

Arranmore.

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storms at sea, preceded the one appointed for our
start, and, although we are good sailors, we were
glad to find Euston full of sunshine that gave some
promise that the gales had passed. September sun-
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the first may pass away and fit us for vigorous enjoy-

ment. It’s then that we can bring something to the —
feast that makes a day of sport worth a week on

crowded sands in August.
Euston, a waving flag and a loud-resounding whistle,

and we are off to Ireland where I and mine are sure q

to be at home. I shall jump the journey, merely

mentioning that the sea was lively, and that there —

were those on board who would have liked to jump it.

too.

name. I like to ensure my bed, as more than once

I have had to do without one in that same country, —
but it remains a mystery to me how the hotel porter ~
picked me out from a throng of people who must haye ©
looked more in need of bed than I did. We were just —
in time for dinner, for which the sea had made us —

eager; and after that there was an evening to do with
as we chose.

For many years I have had no need to guide my —
sons to places of amusement, as my knowledge of —
where best to go is of the scantiest compared with |
the experiences of even the youngest of them.
I mention this because it was in consequence of a
whisper that Harry gave the driver of a car that we —
were quickly over a mile of Dublin cobbles and in ©
the midst of a crowd that carried us into a very noisy —

entertainment. Of course I protested, but there

I was, to be a witness, however much I might be ~
pained, of the fare provided. I was pained quite ©
early, and had to hold my sides until Harry came to’
my relief with ‘Steady, dad, steady.’ I neyer tried —
harder in all my life to follow good advice, but occa- —
sionally I had to hold my sides; they ached so. To
make matters worse, the turns that pained me most >
were boisterously encored, and so great was the
contagion of clapping hands, that I Rtas mye

in the very act of clapping mine.

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In spite of such woeful dissipation we were at
Broadstone Station next morning in time for the

seven a.m. Midland Great Western Limited Mail

for Achill, whence we were to take a car for Dugort
for a stay.of two days, and then start on our tour

of the coast and islands of Connemara.

It was a prefect Autumn morning when we settled
ourselves in corner seats of a comfortable carriage
for a look just once again at the many places we
should pass where I had fished or shot. The train was
in the best of humours and, Irish-like, desired to show
that it had capacities of a high order; when it slowed
it seemed to say, ‘Now look at this and look at that;
have you seen their like in all your travels?’ At
Mullingar it made a stay which gave me time to tell
my companion that the rivers and lakes near would
need a month to test, and of a splendid time of great
success that I once spent there. As the train was
starting, an aged man offered me a bunch of withered
yellow grapes: ‘Sixpence, yer honour, and it’s every-
body that’s calling for thim, and the train in a divil
of a hurry.’

Our next stop was at Athlone. Need I say more
than that it is on the Shannon? Is there any other
name that conjures up such varied possibilities? I

_ think not, unless it be the sea. .

Castlerea, Claremorris, and Castlebar are worth
a stay, and so is Westport, but I must hurry on to
Achill, and from there to our journey’s end, that i
may have space to tell you of recent doings with rod
and line.

-Dugort was reached just before the dinner-hour,
and gathered in the lobby, waiting the call, was quite
a little crowd. Conspicuous among the number was

Boniface himself, who welcomed us, and then gave

instructions as to the disposal of our baggage, including

- our rod box, which, when laid beside the others, seemed

to gain in size, and attracted much attention.

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There was a moment’s wait for an upstairs guide,
during which a youngish man approached my son,
and voiced the question which several would no
' doubt have asked, ‘Have either of you fished here
before?’ and when he got the answer ‘No,’ he said, “You
have brought some rods, I see, and long ones, too,
judging by your box.’ ‘It certainly does seem huge

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beside the others,’ said Harry, ‘but in it are some —

little rods to which I pin much faith.’ To this came,
“Well! I wish you better luck than mine. I have
little rods, but, as yet, I have pinned nothing to them,’

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When in our room Harry was of opinion that the .—

trouting prospects were none too bright, and in this

he was confirmed by a further conversation during —

dinner with the angler who had addressed him in
the lobby, who informed him, ‘This is a jolly place,
but the lake on which reliance for sport is placed had
rendered up most of its white trout before I came,
and the few remaining ones seem proof against all
lures, though I have tried them at break of dawn and

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at dusky eve. But the landlord, you know, is such ~
a jolly, hopeful fellow, and he says that we only want
rain and the lake will be full of them again. Itisnot ~
quite right to discourage you, perhaps, but you were ~

sure to find it out.’

‘Thank you very much,’ said Harry, “you have
saved us time.’ |

There can be but few who have pitied those fly-
fishers who deem all other sports inferior and un-
worthy of their notice more than I have done. I
would sooner hunt rats than kick my heels waiting
and waiting for what does not come until my chance
has flown. I suppose they think that the superiority,
the delicacy, and, to put it in a word, the Art of fiy-
fishing makes it sacrilege for its votaries to worship
at any other shrine. Let them try spinning a lure
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were he so inclined unless offered to him as no mere
tyro can. That fish will not take a fly for weeks to
come, so, just for once, Mr Fly-fisher, take my rod
and cast my bait, and you will find that spinning needs
much learning, for, without it, you will lose many
a bait and catch no fish. I love my fly-rod, and
I have taught each of my sons to walk your path

with some skill, and they know that therein lies

the poetry of angling; but we have some love for its
per and in that box of rods beside fly-rods of all
engths there are rods for pike, and, somewhere, two
short and stubborn ones for sea-fishing. We have
come for sport, and are prepared to get it from the
sea should rivers fail. Please, fly-fishers, bear with
me when pollack fishing comes into my writings.

-It may be as painful to you as the bull-pup hanging

to his nose was to the boy; even he had some satis-
faction in being told that it would be the making of
the pup. So cheer up, all of us.

Be where you may, next morning comes, and,
with it, thanks to sleep, unclouded brains and vigour.
We were as fresh as daisies when I asked the maid
if Mr Sheridan, the landlord, was yet visible, and as
the reply told us that he was probably still in bed we
walked down to the sea, there to find huge Atlantic
waves tumbling in that would -prevent the launching
of a boat. We sat and threw pebbles to while away
the time till breakfast, or until the host should appear,
and we could arrange with him how best to use our
day, or what of it was left when he should please to
wake.

“You seem to me, dad,’ said Harry, ‘to manage your
sleep well; you drop off at will and wake to order like
a kiddie. Perhaps the landlord is not so gifted, and
while you could soon teach him to wake at the proper
time, there is a probability that he would prefer to
learn how to fall asleep as you do, and$ indeed, so
should I.

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‘That, my boy, is due to a sweet memory of a sweet 1p
voice—only one other like it—and it used to say,
**Phillie, dear, do’ee sleep,” and I would say, to please
her, “‘I’se seeping, mother,” and the eyelids that
closed to cheat often lost power to open. You have
heard a voice as sweet as my mother’s was. It’s sweet _
memories that lull us to content and sleep.’ a

I heard the echo of a voice in the waves that lovely __
Autumn morning, and could plainly see the face and ;
form of the little maid I married, and, quite forgetting

that a son of hers sat near, I whispered :—

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As twenty seas, if all their sand were porn ae
The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.’ :

Then my boy’s strong arms came under mine to
lift me up and march me off.

The bustle of an Irishman who has overslept him-
self is out of all proportion to its effect, excepting only
the soothing influence it has on himself. Heisinclined
to think the first half of a day well spent when he has
thus asserted his manhood, and is quite prepared
thereafter to stretch himself or sit upon a fence.
Where’s the need for hurry? The waves still rolland —
the fly-fisher waits for rain; he knows this,and perhaps _
handsome, happy Boniface is right in saying by his —
actions, ‘Take it easy, boys; sun yourselves; to- —
morrow’s near; leave all till then.’ A sixty-miles-per- —
hour man who thinks himself the only person who has
_a right to be upon the road is a lively creature thatis

only a temporary bore, but the late-rising, lazy manis
so much with you in the briefest time that you have —
fears he is to be with you for evermore. He worries —
me quickly, and I hunger to kick him when he stretches,
and thirst to put a thorn betwixt his sitting and the ;
fence. ye

It was tén a.m. when I caught sight of our host. —
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against the iron rails that rose from out a low wall,
which allowed him only a portion of a seat, on which
_he perched as much of himself as the narrow ledge
permitted. I crossed to him.

“Good-morning, Mr Sheridan.’

*“Good-morning, sir.’

‘I am here with my son with the hope of doing

a little fishing; can you suggest where we are most
likely to get it?’
. I admit that this question could not assist him
to assist us, so I deserved what I got, which was:
‘I was thinking, perhaps, you would like some fishing
when I saw you had brought your rods, and I said to
myself we shall be having rain soon, I hope.’

My next question should have been my first:
‘Is there anywhere round this island a sheltered spot
where a boat could be had to take us_ sea-
fishing?’

‘Bedad and there’s that anyway, sir,’ and with
that he fairly jumped from his seat and called loudly
for “Pat, which quickly brought a young, energetic-
looking man from the stable-yard, who was told to
bring a car to take two gentlemen fishing, and, as he
turned to obey this order, there was added, ‘Now
quick, Pat, these gentlemen would be there long ago.’
-Irish readiness to help some one else to do the
thing that other has in mind was to the fore, and we
found the car waiting us when we appeared with our
lunch, rods, and tackle, and, as the little six feet
six inch rods were at their length, there was some
surprise on the faces of the knot of fishers who Had
been told by Pat we were after trout.

The steep ascent of half a mile to the cross roads
made conversation easy, so when Pat told us that he
feared the lough was low and bright, I explained to
him that we wanted a boat to take us sea-fishing.

‘Is that so, yer honours? Thin it’s meself that
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need to hould thim, and it’s a sight we'll show the %
throuters this same noight.’ :

Then he relieved himself of some of his energy by ”
whipping up his mare and saying, “It’s Brian O'Malley
I'll be wanting if ye’ll stir yer bones that ate more
corn for yer paces than ye desarve. Ye'll be knowing |
who's driving if I live to the cross roads. Is it meself —
then that’s wid ye or no?’ if

To divert Pat’s thoughts from the mare and whip, |
I asked him if he knew what pollack were. a

-‘Is it the fish yer honour manes?’ said he, and,
on learning that it was, he told us with quite a solemn —
face: ‘It’s the say that’s full av thim, and it’s Brian —
O’ Malley that will tell you that same for thruth. Now —
then be off wid ye’ and a jerk of the reins as we turned ~
the corner at the hill-top started the mare into a leg
stretching trot that moved the car in such handsome ~
fashion as satisfied the driver, who, pleased, stroked —
his mare quite kindly with the whip while saying, —
“Now, Kitty, ye’ll be showing the gentlemen that it’s |
meself that’s dhriving ye, and begorra it’s a load of —
fish ye’ll be bringing when yer head is turned for home
this same noight if we get Brian O’Malley in the
boat; but where will I be finding the bhoy? The divil ©
take ‘him if he’s away for turf.’

Evidently O’Malley was all important, and we
entered into Pat’s anxiety as to the possibilities of his _
being away. Harry gave expression to this anxiety —
by asking, ‘How many miles have we to drive before —
we come to O’Malley’s place?’ :

‘It’s foive of them, yer honour, and if they weren't —
so long there would be more av thim, I’m thinking; —
but it’s meself and Kitty’ ll make them divilish short.
It’s in his pratie plot we'll have to find the rogue.’ ¥

Down rough roads, along level ones with,ruts, round ~
corners, the mare spun the wheels as if she too would
be glad to see O’Malley, and, when. the village in
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her pace, for the car swayed more than ever, and fairly
jumped when a wheel took a larger stone than usual.
On our right as we neared the group of dwellings,
men and women were at work on patches of a much-
divided field, and to get a view of them Pat stood up,
and there he saw O'Malley, no room for doubt, for he
twirled his whip round his head in the wildest fashion
_while he shouted, ‘The bhoy is digging praties. It’s
meself that sees him.’ In his excitement he did not
notice that he was nearing a shallow ditch until the
heavy drop of the wheel on my side banged him down
heavily upon his seat.

“Whist, ye careliss brute. Couldn’t ye see I was
-shpaking to O'Malley? Come out av it.’

The energy of our driver continued unabated until
we were in the boat, which was in a much briefer space
of time than I expected, considering she lay 100 yards
or more from where she could be launched and the
bhoy O’Malley was far older than myself. He and his
fishing mate, with our driver’s help, got the boat
upon their heads, and walked with it as if it were a
shell, and indeed it proved to be a flimsy shell of thin
deal boards covered with canvas fortified by tar. I
thought her none too safe for four to go in, but, after
we had crossed the bar that caused her to bump her
tail in such a fashion as jerked our heads at their
full weight upon our shoulders, she glided like a duck
over the big oily waves of the open sea. Our driver
had pushed us off, and then spread out his arms as if
to bless us, unmindful of a wave that came to wet him
to the knees.

Brian O'Malley, the head boatman, whom Pat
so lovingly called a bhoy, was the most ancient mariner
I had ever shipped with, and much exceeded, in
appearance, the seventy-three years he later on
confessed to; yet there was a grimness in his work
and ordering of the course which soon inspired a con-
fidence that he still possessed more go than many

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a younger man. Pat Lavelle, the second et vi
a sturdy, dark-skinned, black-haired man, showed
a deference to his comrade which matched well our
driver's faith that Brian O'Malley would meet our %
needs. 4
The fisherman had lines for all sorts of fishing, é
_ so we telt sure of fun of some kind, but it was none ~
the less a question of importance that Harry asked,—
“Are there any pollack to be caught, Mr O° Malley?’ 4
‘I can take ye where they are, was his reply, so 3
we put our tackle together, and were ready when we e
were told that we might put our lines out. td
‘There'll be foive fathoms here, yer honours,’ said
O’ Malley. sg
Had he said, as our driver did, ‘The say is full. 4
av thim,’ I should have thought but little of it, com- —
pared with his definite information as to the deyee4 é
and his waiting to see what use we inade of it.’

CHAPTER XIX

ACHILL POLLACK—-A COLLISION—IRISH COMPLIMENTS — Ee
A HOPELESS TUSSLE :

THE midday sun came down from an unclouded — -
sky, and there would be little chance of sport unless —
we sunk our lures to somewhere near the fish; our —
guide, knowing this, had wished to test our know- 4
ledge. The boldest biter and the toughest fighter :
for his weight, as I claim the pollack to be, is very —
shy when the sun is bright, so, if you would ch s
him then, you must sink your bait to within a ‘oot ©
of where he hides beneath the waving weeds of sunker
rocks. me
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the needed pace to spin a rubber worm or any other
lure, so we changed our leads for the heaviest we
use€—viz., six ounces. Brian seemed pleased at this,
but a cloud came over his much-wrinkled face as he
stretched out his hand to take one of the thin blue
lines we had attached them to, and the shake he

_ gave his head betrayed a lack of confidence, as also

- did his question, ‘What size fish will this be houlding?’
Brian’s ancient face, handsome yet in spite of furrows,
and its sorry-to-doubt expression, made me say,—

“We will be very careful should we have the luck
to hook a big one.’

Apparently pleased with this reply, he answered,
‘Then it’s meself and Pat that will take you where
the big ones are, and should it happen they’re shlaping
we ll wake thim for ye when the toide is turning.’

To start at twelve and then to be told that the
quarry may be asleep would make most of us anxious
to know the time when the awakening might be
expected, but I did not ask as a violent tug came

- which caught the angler napping, and Harry almost
lost hisrod. Thatit was a heavy fish was soon apparent,
so, to avoid the chance of its getting round my line,
I commenced to wind in, but before I had turned the
handle twice, I had to loosen my hold of it and give
way to a rush that spun it out again in such merry

_ fashion that the fish was a long way back and down
before I could stay its progress, and I was quite relieved,

_ when I was able to wind on him, to find that as yet

_ he had not got amongst the weeds. Harry by this time

had his fish well in hand, and the rushes it made
were growing shorter, but that he was miastering

a heavier one than mine I had no doubt, so I told him

_ to give me the chance of bringing mine to Brian’s

_ gaff to clear the road of danger before he attempted

his. Both fish fought bravely for a lengthened time,

_ possibly somewhat prolonged by our anxiety to show

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when a rod is used that will give and take, and is used —

with care. It might be also that our wish to show some ~

“er at the hotel on our return eased our hands a
it.

My fish was not of such a size as to make a fuss
about—nine pounds, we guessed; but after it was
gaffed Harry’s flopped upon the surface and showed —
itself to be of quite another year and probably twice ?
the weight of mine. Freed from effort, when mine —
was in, I could watch the changes on the boatmen’s {
faces as their hopes and fears rose and fell with the
progress of the battle, and when the prize was safely
aboard it was pleasing to see their contented looks.
Had you seen these two fish when first laid in the ©
boat, I think you would have agreed with me that —
pollack were planned by Nature for strength and
speed to have pleasure in the most rapid currents, —
and that they look capable of giving glorious trouble —
to an angler. wee

It was changed men that started now to search ~
again for fish; they wore a smile, talked, and filled —
the boat with joyous expectation. O’Malley co ~
fided to us the number of his years, most of which ~
time he claimed to have spent in catching fish, and —
while doing this he had become familiar with each
and every rock where pollack hide to rush on passing ~

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‘ye will sée a smooth place on the water; well near
it there’s a rock that shows its head at low ebb when ©
the Spring toides are here, and it’s Pat and meself
will row you round it if it plaise you to put the light —
sinkers. on yer lines.’ e

Twice we made a circle round the place without —
a nibble, and, as the fishermen seemed surprised, we
wound in our lines—first one and then the other,
that we might not be without a chance of fish—to —
see if they were clear and the baits spinning as they

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should. Finding this was so, I had little hope remain-
ing for that particular spot, but I did not say so.
If at my age I do not know that men will help you
most when trusted it is time I did, for when only in
my teens I heard my father say to a man of his who had
just retired to bed and looked out from an upper
window to see who knocked, ‘Skinner, I want you to
drive to Lynton. It’s most important, and I don’t
know whom to trust but you.’ ‘All right, maister,
I becoming.’ My dad’s faith in men not only got them
out of bed, but caused them sometimes to surprise
themselves by the work they did. We trusted O’Malley
and his mate, and were justified by the result. Their
desire to get fish was unmistakable, and they showed
they were resourceful, as at their next attempt they
rowed round the other way, so that where the boat had
passed with the tide before it had now to be rowed
against. It was just where the. rowing needed most
exertion that a heavy fish came on which, aided by
the tide, needed much straining of the rod and line
to thwart his efforts to reach again his weedy haunt,
and which, when beaten at this trick, struggled near
the surface in plucky fashion until gaffed.
_ It was much past lunch-time when we had finished
here, so we went on shore to refresh and stretch our-
selves. Hoping that we should get men to take us
out, we had brought food and drink for four. This
_ finished, there passed a whispered word or two between
_ the men, and then Brian said: ‘If it’ll plaise yer
_ honours ye’ll be thrying yer luck again. Ye must take
_ some fish wid ye back to Mr Sheridan.’
7 Brian had the seat next to me, so it happened that
_ weoften caught each other’seye. Unlike the generality
_ of his countrymen he seldom spoke, but his smile
and the contraction of a shoulder that bent his head
_ alittle to one side told me much. It was with a smile.
_ ahalf-closed eye, and a nod in the direction of the spot
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plenty left, but we were not going to let the rogues,
know we were after them.
We got a fish, and sometimes two, each time we ©
passed what appeared to me to be a shoulder of the —
hidden rock, as there the water shot out from its ©
‘course, leaving i in its place foaming eddies, underneath ~
which no doubt little fish came for shelter, and, while — ‘
hunting these, the pollack saw our lures. |
We got our next success, five good fish, at a rocky |
promontory where the water kissed the point with —
a soft lapping sound and then hurried off, :
‘with it other water that eddied out to meet it. When —
round this point our course was held towards a rock ©
whose head was black with, to many, Nature’s most —
repulsive handiwork, ghoul- -like cormorants. Some
stood with legs apart and wings outspread to catch —
the breeze, while others monotonously moved their ~
heads from side to side, thus causing their weird green
eyes to glitter in the sun. It must be supposed that
these creatures serve some good purpose, but I could —
wish the gluttons might be banished until that purpose
is discovered. They allowed us to come quite close
before they tumbled off, leaving the rock none the —
prettier for their visits. I little thought we were to ‘
have a turn round this, but so it happened, and we
got three fish; so pollack, of the size we caught, do- |
not mind this Satanic-looking bird. f
As we made for the next ground we heard
puffings, and saw the passing, of a hastening school
of porpoise, whose speed and gambols conveyed t
notion that they were hurrying off to some me
making. There was plenty to make us feel the wild- 2
_ ness of the place, for, added to the other sights, ther
- came to view, just as we received the order to le t
out again, in the depths that run close to the ro ky
_ sides of the bay, a monstrous, gray-headed seal. Its
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and to speak of it in conjunction with salmon nets,
but, to interrupt inquiries, we received indications that
we were amongst pollack again. It was along this
fruitful stretch that we finished our all too short day,
and, when the reckoning came, we found we had
quite a grand take of fish, over 200 pounds in weight
and thirty-one in number.

Where our driver had been meanwhile, or how
employed, I did not ask, but we found him just where
we had left him, waiting to help drag in the boat,
and, as soon as he caught a sight of the fish, he ex-
claimed, ‘Shure and didn’t I tell yer honours we
should get the fish? And it’s ivery one av thim we'll
be taking back for ividence against the same spalpeens
that doubted me.’ He looked at us eager for assent,
I had some compunction about taking all the fish,

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eatch on the morrow should be left with them.

Pat’s tongue on the homeward journey was given
nearly equally to all three of us, my son, myself, and
Kitty. If there was any difference the greatest portion
was given to the mare which probably understood it
best. He seemed quite anxious that Kitty should
acknowledge that with her, too, he had kept his
promise.

The dinner-bell had rung when we arrived, and
we were able to slip upstairs without waste of time

to square ourselves. Short as was the interval of our

absence, we found on descending that the fish had ali
been laid in line on the lobby floor, and there stood the
landlord seeing that each of them received a touch
of a wet cloth that they might look their best.

We were the last to go in to dinner and the last
to come out, and, on coming to the lobby, feund the
company gathered round our host, who, while pointing
to the most notable of the fish, was telling them,
‘There is no place in Ireland like Keem Bay and

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In the drawing-room, or, perhaps, I should rather
say, the assembling-room, our host was at his best,
and if the days had been all evenings, he would have
had no trouble in entertaining guests. There appeared
to be no subject on which he could not have talked
the longest sitting through, and his tales of dare-devil
nights in caves with seals were most thrilling, especially
tothe ladies. Givenrain each day or night, MrSheridan _
would prove an ideal host to fly-fishers, but when —
nights and days have followed each other for a length- _
ened period without a drop of it, even nights with ~
seals tail off a bit. So I think our host was glad of —
a cue, and that evening the subject was changed first —
to pollack and then to a monster conger which so
filled a boat that the fisherman preferred to swim and ~
push the boat to shore; of skate whose size and weight j
needed many men to move them; of ling and cod ©
hauled in on lines with 100 hooks, a prize on each; j
and of such other wondrous doings that I could but ©
think, as the ladies did, very much of Mr t
Sheridan. ri

September mornings have a freshness all their
own, and as they come just when man most needs ‘ee
them, they are often welcomed by deep-drawn breaths
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remaining when I stepped into the road to read the ~
promises for the day, but it was already coloured by 4
the rising sun. There was a breeze that made waves
on the shore below and brought with it a salty flavour, —
and I was busy breathing like a grampus when a hand —
came upon my shoulder and a face peered round to —
mine to see what ailed me. , A
Harry has unbounded faith in my knowledge of ~
matters piscatorial, and had felt no fear for his line —
when playing his seventeen-pounder on the previous ~
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jt through the previous season, so, after our morn-
ing’s greeting, I said, ‘I think we had better put
new lines on; you'll find some in the basket.’ So
new lengths were joined to the old ones and wound
upon our winches, in compliment to Achill pollack.

We had made every preparation for starting immedi-
ately after breakfast, so no sooner was the meal over
than we mounted the car, which, although horsed
by a different animal, was driven by Pat, who welcomed
us with a hearty ‘Good-morning to yer honours and
good luck to the day.’

While mounting the hill he displayed much spirit
in his talk, and some of his tales were worthy of his
master. Unwisely, I told him of the Irish driver
who when he pulled up his four outside a hotel had
one of them drop dead, and how, when the ostler
spoke of the luck of its happening there, he said,
‘Luck, be jabers! Why the animal was dead on the
hill; it’s me driving that brought it here to drop.’
This was new to Pat, and, I fear, acted as a spur to one
whose chief need was a drag, and contributed some-
what to the accident that befell us.

The pace we travelled at seemed to be ever on
the increase, and the whip to be making increasing
flourishes, when on turning a high-hedged corner
we were startled to see a cart within a few yards of
us on the same track. The horses were pulled back
upon their haunches, and the inevitable collision was
thereby modified to a bump of wheels. The men

_ failed to settle who was more to blame, though each
spoke as if perfectly sure upon the point. Pat’s
grievance was thrown into,—

*‘Divil take ye. Couldn’t ye see the pace I was
coming at? Isn’t the side of the road good enough

_ for the bag av bones ye sit behind?’

The man thus addressed made reply,—

‘Bag av bones, is it, begorra, and yerself not fit
_ to bray in the same field with it. But it’s meself

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that wouldn’t keep gintlemen waiting; good luck a,
yer honours, and may the divil take the driver that —
should be minding pigs.’ ;,
With this he pulled his horse to the side and gave ©
us room to pass. Pat took advantage of this without |
response, and, though he had a few remarks for us, ©
he gave most attention to his horse, which needed ¢
more of it than Kitty had done. ”
We found the boatmen busy covering with coarse
sacking those portions of their boat which had, on
the previous day, been so generous to our hands and —
clothes with that black, sticky stuff which some
time during a hot day is nearly sure to make good —
its effort to produce a smudge upon the face, more i
probably near the eye or on the nose. I rather like ©
the smell of tar, and am fortunate in that, as I want —
to make the Norfolk suit I am wearing last the trip; q
and at present it smells very strong.
The air on the beach was not inviting, but, when
out beyond the sand-bar and we were lifted high on
the smooth rolling waves to pene down to troughs —
that filled at our coming and raised us again, we ~
got whiffs of pure salty breezes. The waves sped
us on our way, and soon we were paying out our lines ©
some two miles up the rocky coast. I noticed that —
our boatmen had left their fishing gear at home, and, a
judging by the difference in their manner, ‘while
yesterday they had wished to be benevolently ‘neutral
until such time as their lines were needed, to-day they ~
pinned their faith to ours. Waiting silence was changed —
to talk of rocky homes in useful depths that excited —
hopes of fish, and yet seemed free from the Trish
readiness to favour your fondest wishes. |
The waves broke upon the cliffs with a pleasant
clash and then fell back seething with the impact,
giving a varied movement to the lures we were trund ‘-
ling through the sparkling water. What fish could ©
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winds, that brought clouds which cast sweeping
shadows across the sea, breathed upon the cliffs, and
then rose hastily to make room for others that followed
in their wake? It was where the blue sky lowered to
meet the deeper blue and where white clouds rose
to make the most of both that my eyes would go to
see whence the shadows came, and then follow them
until they disappeared and my thoughts went with

them. ‘Dad, I think you had a nibble’ was what

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brought them back. ‘I did not feel it’ was all I could
rouse myself to say, but a more complete awakening
came when the lad’s winch noisily proclaimed a fish
was on, and then, as if to verify the doubted nibble,
I got a tug and tussle that stirred the hunting instinct.

My fish weighed eleven pounds; what weight
Harry’s was we can only guess, but it was a big one,
no doubt, as its away-back and downward rush did
not cease until it was home amongst the weeds, from
which all efforts to move it failed.

‘I believe it was the biggest I ever hooked!’ was
what Harry said, and this was pardonable, as lost
fish are always big ones. I handed him my rod to
use while I rigged out his afresh, but, before I had
finished, he was struggling with a fish bigger than
the last—so he thought; this also was lost among
the weeds. Again we changed rods that I might
replace the loss, and before I had accomplished
this, he was grimly tussling with another large one
that bent his rod to a threatening angle, and the line

spoke as lines do when distressed by a strain in rapid

water; but Harry heeded not, as he determined if
break there was to be, it should come before the
weeds were reached. We got his prize safely in, and
its weight of fifteen pounds gave back lost faith to the —

fisher and the boatmen, who probably had been
wishing they had brought their lines. For some time

after this our success was uniform with fish of moderate ~

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excitement with two that crossed each other, entangled q
our lines, and thus got free. 9

We landed for lunch on a small sandy beach where —
salmon fishers often haul the nets that were now
hanging from the rocks while being repaired. I
learned from our men that the huge rents that were
being mended were caused by seals, which did not —
hesitate to take a salmon from out the net, when
quite near the shore, and that there were one or two
gray-headed rascals that would watch the whole ~
proceedings and then at the last moment snatch ~
a fish. i

O’Malley and Lavelle, who had merely lifted a hand —
in answer to similar greetings from the netsmen on
landing, wandered off, when the smoke commenced
that followed the lunch, towards their countrymen for
a chat, and Harry and I, being curious to see the
destruction that seals could work with nets, slowly
followed. The group that formed when our men
approached the others was a remarkable sample of —
hardy, rugged manhood, with not a pound of flesh
to spare; bone and muscle, furrowed faces, clear,
sparkling eyes, and huge, brown hands hemmed
Brian in. Could you have seen, as I had hoped, a —
photo of this group—Harry’s effort proved a-blur— |
with the sea at the side and the huge nets hanging from
the rocks to form a background, you would have ~
searched each face and stalwart form and concluded ~
that there were patriarchs amongst them almost as —
old and wonderful as Brian, who, like him, still Soughie
profit for their labours from the sea.

The morning’s sport had been so varied by mis-
fortunes that I hoped it would make us more careful
of our doings; the mere chance of such happenings
should do that, and their happening cause us to ©
become philosophical enough not to feel the need of
words that are said to frighten fish, but hasten to put —
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_ Two netsmen pushed us off and a chorus of voices
sang out, ‘More luck to yer honours.’ The luck came
to us while still in sight of them, and they watched
the bending rod until it killed its fish. This proved ta
be the only one inclined to taste what we offered
until we were leaving the bay to round Moyteoge
Head, and there a strange thing happened. We had
caught two, and I was bringing one of some twelve
pounds to the gaff, at the sight of which it made a
feeble plunge just down out of sight, and as I began
to draw it up my winch spun as never a winch of
mine had spun before, and for such time that I had
no hopes of its stopping while there was any line left
on it. The first 100 yards were gone before I could
call out, ‘Back the boat’; at last, when nearly all was
gone, the speed lessened and then stopped. I was
lifting my top to learn my whereabouts, when Brian’s
voice, in quite a low key, said, ‘The divil, it’s the gray-
headed beast,’ and he pointed towards a rock near
the shore, some 180 yards away, judging by my line,
and there was my pollack held in the huge beast’s
jaw by the middle of its belly. ‘Turn the boat, men,
and row towards it, and perhaps it will drop the fish,’
I said, and by this means I wound in about 100
yards, the beast looking straight at us the while,
and holding the fish as a dog would that wished to
carry it. He was so holding it when he disappeared
again, to make my winch rattle, but not quite to the
same tune, as the men rowed with all their might that
the line might not all be lost when the break should
come, The next appearance of the animal was not
more than fifty yards away, so he must have made
a turn towards us, or where was the 150 yards of line ?
His big eyes seemed to say: ‘I know I have stolen
the fish and I intend to keep it; so row along and leave
me undisturbed,’ and there he waited for our decision
while I was busy winding in the slack. There must
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ut he took no notice for at least a minute, and by ©
/that time I had my loose line in; then he showed he ©
felt my pulling, and went down again, and my anxiety -
for my line recommenced; and I should have lost it ©
all had not the rowers pulled their utmost in the
direction the line was going out. Again the beast ~
showed himself, with my prize still in his mouth, but ~
as we neared him he was down and off again to almost
clear my reel once more. Hope came tomeasI wound ~
in with my utmost speed, thinking the seal was coming ~
our way, but my winding only brought the sinker,
the trace and rubber worm were gone. No doubt —
the sudden stoppage of his last pull was owing to the ©
lead catching between stones or rocks, thus causing
a break that I could not feel, as the jerk would be on ~
the trace beyond the lead. Of course I was pleased ~
with the issue, as I know that when the line is all —
drawn out by a salmon which you cannot follow, ~
the break that comes is at the knot that fastens the ~
line to the winch. The boatmen seemed relieved, but —
I fancy it was not so much by the saving of the line
as at the severance of all connection with the beast —
they had talked in Irish at from between set teeth. —~
Time slips by unheeded when we are employed,
be it at sport or work: so busy had we been kept ~
by fortune good and bad that Harry’s watch quite —
startled us, and we had to turn for home before the —
afternoon seemed half-way through. Pat was waiting —
our return, and helped to place the fish upon the rocks, —
and when he saw them all laid out, he said, ‘It’s Mr ©
Sheridan himself and the gintlemen who would be ~
coming fishing in the same boat that should be seeing ~
them.’ Brian hearing this looked to Lavelle, who
nodded back, and then he said, ‘Will yer honours take —
them?’ ‘Thank you both, no!’ I answered. ‘We ~
shall have a picture of them to remind us of the sport —
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CHAPTER XX

FROM DUGORT TO CLARE ISLAND—‘WHERE TROUBLES
DO NOT COME AND RATES ARE NEVER PAID’
OuR two days and three nights stay at the Slieve-
more Hotel was made very comfortable by the hostess,
and a more jolly man than the host, or one more
capable of guiding his guests to what they seek, it
would be hard to find; indeed, the only fault he
seemed to have was inability to oblige his fishing

guests with the rain they so sorely needed.

Our plan was to go from Dugort to Clare Island,
via the coast, to where we could get a boat to take us
over. As the car stage of this journey was eighteen
Irish miles, with no certainty of a boat when at the
end of it, we determined on a somewhat early start
that we might have a reserve of time to meet that
or any other difficulty. It would have been easy to
go by train to Westport and from there by boat, but
we wanted the drive, which would take us past so
many miles of old-world scenes that probably would
well repay us for the time it would take.

The mist that shut us in at starting thinned and
then disappeared, leaving us with the commencement
of a glorious Autumn day that coloured all we saw
in cheerful hues. The portions of the drive that wound
out and in to meet the widenings and narrowings of
Achill Sound gave us constantly varying pictures of
land and water, the former filled with busy life. Cabins
were sprinkled plentifully where the land had earth
to till, showing (as is plain everywhere in this country)
the love the Irish have for making the most of even the
smallest bit of ground. Struggles for bare existence
were often manifest, while fallen roofs and bulging

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walls spoke of failures; but, in the main, we were —

among a happy people that seemingly multiplied
apace. Labourers of both sexes were busy making
hay, or carrying it, and had happy faces at their work ;
while colleens with huge bundles of it upon their
heads, bundles that had hanging wisps that fell below
their knees, showed us their laughing eyes from peep-

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holes in their burdens. Men and women in age much 4

beyond the allotted span were here capable of work
and worked, while barefooted little lads and lasses,
well fed and with rosy cheeks, tossed hay and capered
joyously.

Riding on a car over roads somewhat rough, high
up above the sea, and free from sheltering hedges.

had given us appetites that called for some attention, —

so we asked for a halt where we could get milk to take

with our lunch. We drew up in front of a superior

cabin that was much longer and had more windows
than most of those we had passed, and, as we did so,
the door was opened by a woman much above the

average height, of middle age, and with a pleasant —

face. I asked if she would be so kind as to give us
some milk. To this she smilingly replied, ‘If yer

honours will plaise come inside and take saites it’s 4

milk in plenty you shall have.’

Irish cabins are not infrequently in the joint occu-
pancy of a numerous family and animals in great
variety, but the one we entered had for its only
occupants the woman and two children that shyly
peeped at us. As we entered, she made a show of
dusting chairs for us, and then disappeared, returning
with a glass jug of milk which she placed upon a plain
deal table just the colour of the milk that by its tinge

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of yellow showed the cream was there. Having thanked —

her, I expressed a hope that the fine weather we were
having was good for the harvest, and, in reply to this,
she said, ‘That is so. Shure the good man and the
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When we had finished our sandwiches and drunk
e milk, there arose the difficulty of a guid pro quo.

eyes wandered for inspiration from the plastered
ceiling to the sanded floor, over the clean white walls
to\the well-filled dresser, from the ticking clock to
a chest of drawers that had some china on it; but there
was nothing I could ask for there; then I spied a spin-
ning-wheel and my hopes went up as I turned to search
for a roll of tweed or bundle of stockings—my usual
refuge in such a difficulty—but there was nothing,
and I could only say ‘Thank you’ for so much kindness.

In a field close by a stalwart man of fifty, three
lads, and two girls, were busy making miniature
mounds of hay, which, while permitting drying air
to permeate, would shelter the bulk from the burning
sun or cast off a shower of rain. The man stretched
his back, looked up at the sun, hesitated a moment,
and then left the field, followed by the other workers.
He had to pass us, and when near said, ‘Good-morning,
yer honours. I see ye are for giving yer horse a rest.’
‘And resting ourselves,’ I replied, ‘after drinking good
milk we have not paid for.’ The farmer’s smile and
shake of his head as he replied, ‘Yer honour knows
the coin for Irish milk should be given wid yer tongue,’
was well worth the journey. ;

Hours spent in scenes like these gave food for
thought to one fresh from the hurry, muddle, and
emotionalism of a city, where loud-voiced sentiment
had almost made me think that all kinds of sport
are wrong, and that we should pray for Chinamen,
Africans, and Aliens before praying for ourselves,
Noisy faddists, on whom ridicule has no effect, are
on the increase, while robust common sense is hidden
away until the market for it mends. The female
politician, full of projects for my betterment, was on
my nerves when I commenced this trip, but I got her
off when the fish began to bite. Atlantic breezes
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that those who are rearing families of boys and girls,
whose needs are few and of such a nature as to help ~
to make strong men and women of them, are doing ©
more for our country’s welfare than those good noisy —
folks that are so anxious to mend our ways. a

When we reached the quay at Cloughmore, we —
learned that the only boat likely to be available that —
day was away to an adjacent island with the post-
master, who was delivering the mail. The driver, |
not Pat, but a quieter man, would have unloaded and
left us, but, as there was no accommodation near —
for travellers, I asked him to wait the issue of our
conference with the returning: postmaster, as it might
be that after all we should have to return to Achill -
railway station.

After about an hour of anxious waiting the boat
arrived, It was rowed by a square-built man who
manipulated the oars in most effective fashion, and
looked so much the sailor in garb and gait that I
thought I was venturing much when I asked him
if he was the postmaster. He was, and in a very
brief space of time he had found a mate; the two
trotted with the loads of luggage to the boat, and —
we were off in much less time than it sometimes takes ©
to ascertain the cost of hiring. The reason of this —
haste was that there was not a minute to spare if the
tide was to help the boat to round the island to where ©
the sails would fill, and failing this help, they would —
have no chance of returning home that night. Hence —
the quickest shipment and the most manful struggle —
I have ever witnessed, a struggle which deserved —
success. It only just succeeded, the tide turned during ©
the last fifteen minutes, but we reached the wind, the ©
sails filled, and the boat commenced to leave a trail —
that grew in size. The men had a drink, mopped their —
brows, and, having rearranged the baggage, lit their —
pipes, folded their arms, and smoked contentedly,

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arbour, and we found our to-be host, Mr J. M‘Cabe,
on the quay to welcome us. When the luggage was
landed, I asked the boatmen to come on shore and have
some food, but they shook their heads as they replied,
“We must be off at once,’ and they would have gone
without had not my host, at my request, hastened
for bread and cheese and something in a bottle. When
shaking hands with Martin Kilbane, postmaster of
Cloughmore, I told him that his quick perception and
easily aroused energy fitted him to be an Admiral
of the Fleet or Postmaster-General. ‘It would be
yerself thin that has been kissing the blarney stone, and
it’s plinty of fish ye’ll be catching, I hope.’

The post office, the hotel, and a two-roomed cottage
stood together, and formed three sides of a square
on the north jetty. It was the cottage that was given
us, and our meals were brought to our little sitting-
room from across the way; so we were very snug,
and so close to the sea that we had only to step out-
side, slip off our night apparel, and take a morning

le!

It was Sunday morning when we took our first
swim, and, the water being warm in anticipation of
the heat of the sunny day that followed, we much
enjoyed it. A Spring tide was running, and the
heaving sea caught varied colourings from the rising
sun that glittered in the waves our arms went through.
Gulls innumerable were taking toll of passing shoals
of little fish, which, when caught, were fought for
with noisy clamour. After we had dressed we sat on
a wall where the fishers’ nets were spread and watched
the fish below, which, by their antics, showed that
they too were bubbling over with the joy of life.
Hunger came to us long before the meal, so we were
pleased when our host came to tell us it was ready.

The inhabitants of the island are few, and their
means so limited that they share the services of their
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prosperous island, twelve miles south, which he visits
every other week. He was,away, and, in consequence —
of his absence, the male portion of his flock got through
the day’s devotions very early, and as it is their
custom to say ‘Good-evening,‘ after their worship, ©
it was ‘Good-evening, yer honours,’ soon after |
eleven that day. By twelve there was a gathering -
of men near the quay, some of whom I thought invited —
questioning, so I ventured to ask if our going out in
a boat would be displeasing. ‘Displaising! it’s our- —
selves that would row yer honours round the island —
if so it be plaising ye, and it was then and there —
arranged we would go round. d
Much was done in the hour and a half that inter-
vened between the chartering and our coming on ;
the quay to start. A long boat had been launched, —
and a number of men stood ready to man her, and 4
were answering to their names as a military police- ‘
man, Sergeant Davis, called them out. john Grady ©
was the first to say ‘Here,’ and then followed John ©
Malley, Pat Grady, Mike Malley, Peter Malley, and ~
Peter Scoffold, but, when Michael Burke’s name was —
called, it was Peter Malley who said, ‘Here, sergeant ; ~
I see him coming.’ The sergeant called Mr John ..
M‘Cabe, who stood at attention with his rifle, and —
answered ‘Here’; then the sergeant called himself, ©
and answered ‘Here,’ as he pulled his rifle to his side ; ©
and after that he turned to us, saluted, and called,
‘Two gentlemen to see our island that are taking rods”
with thim.’ It was a little sad to see the disappoint-
ment of those left behind, but hard to understand,
seeing that to be on the water could be no treat to.
them.
The first sight of the boat told me that my flask
would be a useless toy amongst such a ship’s company, ©
so I whispered Harry to fetch a bottle, which, when
opportunity offered, I secretly handed to M‘Cabe a
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— pull. Within a mile of our starting-place three
seals were sighted that took such lively interest in our
proceedings as enabled the boat to approach well
within range, but the bullets went so wide as to cause
a rower to remark : ‘Indade, it’s a dhrop of the crathur
the pair of ye are needing.’ M'Cabe, who had missed

an easy shot, evidently agreed, for, after helping the

sergeant, he helped himself, and then corked the
bottle and made pretence of putting it away; but this
brought so much Irish talk that it ended in each
thirsty throat getting what proved to be a thirst
provoker. There is some excuse, when a salmon is on
the grass, or a stag is killed, to take a nip, but to
drink each time a seal is missed was a new experience,
that soon made us wish seals were less plentiful or the
riflemen more expert. For some time I thought it
a wonderful bottle to have contained so much, but
later I knew that there were others which possibly
the men we left behind had seen; hence their sorrowing
faces.

When we reached the point and faced the open,
we found the waves had each a notion of its own as
to the direction it would take, and to get their way,
they jostled one another in such angry fashion as
made a loppy sea. Now and then a huge wave would
override all obstacles and come at us threateningly,
but our boat would glide up with a lurch, to fall down
the other side with another lurch in the opposite
direction. In one of these descents John Grady’s oar

- failed to get a grip, and he lost his balance. He fell

upon his back, but when he got his seat again he was

_ pressing his Sunday waistcoat as if the pain was under
that; and so it proved. Bow was the next to be

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affected, and the boat with fewer oars made less
progress but danced the more. The sergeant proved
himself a resourceful man, and quickly saw the neces-
sity of filling bow’s seat if we were to round the island,
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and then sat down again. Mr M‘Cabe was roused at —

this and nearly rose, and I have no doubt would have —
aided much if he had reached his destination at the |
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other end, but the need passed away with bow seating
himself to his work again.

The grandeur of this headland, the rocks of which .
tower up from depths below to heights where your
eye can scarcely reach from a boat that is being tossed ~
by the waters at their base, would have impressed —
me more had the waves been kinder and not eA!
such havoc with the crew.

Mike Malley, stroke, fought a noble fight with his
inner self and conquered. I was sitting opposite him,
and was interested from start to finish. He wasted —
no breath in talking while wrestling with the’ foe, —
although his cheeks puffed out as if he had much to —
say. I was glad to see him smile once more—not ©
a great effort—and hear him say: ‘It’s the currints
here that would make the divil himself sorry if he
iver wint to say, and sure yer honour would be bad
yerself if ye hadn’t kept the whisky in ye.’ eee
it was the tossing that upset the crew, for when we
turned the next headland and had smoother water,
every man of them was himself again, and there was —
talk of shooting. I am not fond of the gun in a boat;
I have shot enough to have respect for the death-dealiogy
instrument on land, and think it out of place in a
crowded boat, so I said, ‘Let my son show you how
we catch our fish.’ The men were very interested in
‘the tackle, and more so in what would happen if
a pollack of any size should seize hold of it. Their
anxiety to hasten that event caused them to put an
earnestness in their pull that sent the boat along much
too fast, and some time was lost in bringing them to
the proper speed with so many oars at work. I saw
the rod tip bend in answer to a nibble at the un-
defended tail of the rubber worm, a taste of whic L
is generally fatal, as it proved in this case; the

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: appointed fish came again and took the whole of it,
_ and the answering swish hooked it firmly.
No son of mine was likely to reach Harry’s age
(twenty-five) without experience with a rod, and it
is more than possible I was feeling a little vain while
watching the rowers who, with arms upon their oars
and heads at accommodating angles, strained their
eyes to see where the fine blue line was pointing. When
an eleven-pound fish resulted I was pleased, but the
man most excited was our host, and Harry added to
_his excitement by handing him the rod for the next
effort. Mr M‘Cabe had never used a rod; he had been
accustomed to catch his fish with a cord line strong
enough to take a pig to market, so no wonder he made
a muddle by taking from the winch the two fingers
which he had been told were necessary to help the skid
when a big fish came on, as the ordinary brake might
_ prove insufficient, and lost his lure. By the time
1 had repaired the damage Harry was ready with
the second rod, so both were started, Harry saying,
as he let his out, ‘Now, Mr M‘Cabe, let’s see which
will have the first fish on board.’ The novice proved
a most apt pupil, and not only made the first capture,
but during the hour the rising wind permitted them
to fish got eight to Harry’s seven, the only aid he
had from me being advice as to the length of line,
which meant the depth the lure would reach. I
“mention this as it may occur to some that, given such
_ tackle as we were using, Mr M‘Cabe or any other man
would be successful.
Before the sun has risen, and after it has set, pollack
rise from amongst the weeds to roam in search of
food, and, if you get amongst them then, you will
find them the boldest biters and catch them with
most indifferent tackle; but, how to catch them when
the sun is high, the sea calm, the water bright, and it
is pleasant to the faintest heart to be in a boat, is worth
some study. It may be that you have solved the

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problem, but there are others who, if I don’t tell them, ;
will write for full particulars of the tackle I think —
best, and information as to how I get to know the ©
proper depths to fish. Some will forget the stamp, —
or, remembering it, fear to hurt me. Now let it —
be known that I esteem a plainly directed envelope,
duly stamped, and always do my best to make .
it worth its cost. Friars Stile Lodge, Richmond, ~
will find me. 4
Sport is too nearly allied to slaughter where neither —
skill nor endurance is a need. Who cares to shoot a —
semi-tame stag, however grand a head, and is there
much to boast of after a record day with hand-reared _
pheasants or pinioned duck? Is it not true that you 1
must give the quarry the fullest chance to get the.
greatest pleasure from its capture? i
It may help some if I give a description of the |
tackle we use :— .
Rods.—6 feet 6 inches. One is of bamboo and the —
other green-heart, fitted with porcelain rings.
Winch.—Diameter, 5 inches; depth, 1} inches, —_
Lines.—Plaited silk, dyed dark blue with Maypole —
soap, and, when dry, filled with liquid mutton fat, —
Mark them at 20 and 30 yards. i ee
Leads.—To the line is attached a Geen’s lead that
has a swivel at each end. They are made in all sizes —
from } ounce to 6 ounces. ie
Trace,—The trace is of annealed wire, 5 feet in —
length, with sufficient spring to keep it straight, and —
yet so pliable that it can be twisted four times round —
when forming the loops that fasten it to the lead and ©
lure. This wire is blackened when made, and is so fine
that it is less visible than gut.
Baits—Rubber worms are undoubtedly by far
the best all-round bait. The red rubber is more
generally preferred, but towards evening and on
dark days I have found white more killing, while
on very bright days black will sometimes call them

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_ when others fail. The Natural Spin is very successful
_ in deep water and on dark days.

The four days that followed our Sunday fishing
were bright and sunny, and the sea so calm that we »
were rowed, as we desired, in different directions on
each occasion, so as to try fresh ground. On the
third day I asked our host to join us and take my
rod, and it was then that he really learned that what

_ tended most to give us sport was a knowledge of the
depths. To surprise him, I kept the secret of how
I had become possessed of this advantage so long as
my early morning’s reading of a chart answered, and,
after that, showed him a rough copy of the portion
we were travelling over, no bigger than my hand,
that told me all the depths for six sea-miles.

M’Cabe is quite a sportsman and quick-witted, so
I was not surprised that he asked how I knew when
the bait was at the proper depth. I prefer to give
a fuller answer here to this than was necessary to
him while he was fishing. The speed of the boat
is a matter of much moment; it should be such as will
cause the passing water to spin the lure and make it
appear to be in a hurry to escape. To effect this
the water needs to be travelling past the boat at two
miles an hour; the boat may be making little progress,
or perhaps none; I sometimes anchor in rapid, desirable
spots. When M‘Cabe asked his question, I answered,
“We are in four fathoms and we have twenty yards
of line out that have six-ounce leads to sink them,
which I have no doubt brings them to within half

a fathom of the bottom ; pay out six yards more of
line and see what will happen.’ He did, and got the
expected pull, and, when he wound in, there was

a piece of weed on the hook in proof that we had
been fishing at the depth desired. I will give a letter
of his to show how our success moved him to a desire
to give up his hand-lines in favour of a rod and fine
tackle.

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‘Clare Island,
‘Westport, Mayo, .
Sept. 25th, 1905. Tee
‘I am writing to ask if you will kindly, on your
return home, get for me a rod, line, traces, and lures, —
for which I should be much obliged to you, and will
send a cheque immediately I know the cost. ‘‘Did
you get any of the gentlemen’s baits?’’ is being-
constantly asked. From time immemorial the only —
bait used here has been the freshwater eel, but your
success at all times of the day, while we have never
thought of trying except early or late, has quite”
wakened us up to try your methods. I hope you |
are having good sport at Roundstone; indeed, I wish’
you and your son such a happy time that you will
want to come again.—Yours faithfully,

‘J. J. M‘Cape,’

We thought much of Clare Island, and desire to.
recommend it to those who would wish for a glorious

never paid; where the people are most obliging,
fish plentiful, and Atlantic breezes come from ever
quarter. It is quite an easy journey. If you travel
with the mail from Euston (eight forty-five p.m.) you’
will be at Dublin at six a.m., at Westport eleven
forty-five a.m., and, if thereafter you stick to the mail
bags, you will be across and fishing before the day
is out. _

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CHAPTER XXI

_ FROM CLARE ISLAND TO INISHTURK ON A STORMY SEA
—DOING AN OVERLAND JOURNEY IN STATE—
a4 CAPTAIN DARBY GREEN.

DuRING the night preceding the morning we had
_ chosen to leave Clare Island for Inishturk the wind
changed and freshened so much that I was glad we
had decided on one of the larger fishing boats for
_ the journey.
Edward O’Malley, Hugh Kill, and the boy, all
good sailors, had readily consented to forgo their
- fishing for what they anticipated would be a pleasant
sail, but when we met them at the jetty in the morning
O’Malley inclined his head sideways towards me and
said, “Bit fresh, sorr.’ Owners of other boats came
down, looked seawards, and, having apparently
satisfied themselves, turned back, took a glance at
their craft, dug their hands deeper into their trousers
_ pockets, and marched off home.
__ We started with a reef or two in the sails, but before
_ we had been out long or made much progress, more
- were taken in, and soon after that a sail was furled.
The men took a peep at us to see how we were faring,
or possibly to gather from our looks if we had thoughts
_ of turning back. If this was the question they desired
_ to ask, it was answered by our rising and helping each
_ other into oilskins to protect ourselves from the
increasing spray.
_ It was certainly a wet journey, and the outlook as
we neared the island was the reverse of bright. The
huge waves that rolled under us hurled themselves
against the rocks, and the resounding roars that came

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back were anything but promising for a landing; but
-I so much wanted to complete the trip we came to ©
Ireland for, that I determined that if we had to return —
the order should come from the men, who knew the ~
possibilities, unaided by any hint of mine. We had ~
not long to wait for this. There was a conference in
Irish, and the English that resulted was, “We are
sorry to disappoint you, jintlemen, but there’s no land-
ing on the island with this sea.’ A moment’s thought ~
and I asked, ‘Could you get a landing at Inishbofin?’ —
There was another short conference, and then we were ©
told that we could be landed only at the fishing harbour
on this side of the island. I asked, “How far will that —
be from the hotel?’ to learn that it was not more than ©
two miles, so decided to go on there. “s
We had a rough time of it, but quite a comfortable
landing, where idle men—made so by the weather
outside—gave willing help. I paid our men quickly,
as they were in a hurry to do their passage home, and
_ then turned to seek a means to get our luggage to
the hotel.
The fishers’ cabins formed quite an artistic crescent
round the sandy bay, and looked so prosperous that
I anticipated no difficulty in getting a cart, but it was
a panniered donkey that was brought, whose back —
began to bend before half the load was on it. I pro-—
tested, but the owner tried to reassure me, saying,
‘Shure and it’s her way to make it aisey to load her.’
‘Is this the only donkey we can have?’ was answered —
with, ‘Shure and it’s plinty of donkeys we have.’ 4
‘Then, please fetch two,’ I said, to which H
added, “Yes, two more, please, for we would do this
overland journey in state, so that mine host at the
other end may be impressed and give us of his best.”
‘Be jabers, if it’s three donkeys we are for taking }
it’s the same will be six when he sees them.’ =
I looked at Pat as severely as I could for explanation.
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talking; it’s yer honours that are not seeing the fun

_ Iam shpaking av.’

I certainly did not.

The three donkeys varied much in size. In the
rear was a large animal carrying our two leather
trunks, stuck on end, one in each pannier. The female
donkey, that had bent her back so obligingly to help

her loaders, was in the centre, and carried all the

sundries. The front of the position was occupied by
a little animal that had the rod box—that had looked

so large at Dugort—pointing threateningly much be-

yond his ears and backward far beyond his tail. A
little crowd had gathered to see the strange show
make a start to ascend the hill, and, strange and
funny as it was, Irish politeness saved the situation

_ from laughter or audible remarks.

The driver was level in his attention to the animals,
both with stick and tongue, and now and then favoured
me with a little talk that was principally in riddles

which he appeared to think would solve themselves;

and they did. The journey was not so long as I had
apprehended, for in Ireland two miles may mean any
distance. In this case it meant just two miles, that
were quickly got over, and we found ourselves in front
of the house we had been so tossed about in reaching.
The landlord came in answer to my knock, and I asked
him if he could accommodate my son and self with
bedrooms for a few days, but I failed to Jearn whether
he understood me, as his gaze roamed up and down
the little line of donkeys a lengthened time, and then
with bowed head he disappeared, I presumed for
a conference, and we waited until, out of patience,
I knocked again. A stout, red-faced woman came
next, to whom I repeated my wish, and, seeing her
lips move, I expected a vocal answer, but she only

_ shook her head, and then she too disappeared.

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turned to Pat and asked him if he thought they were
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answered, ‘Divil a doubt of it, yer honour, they're
full to the bung.’
‘Which way now, Pat? We must apply elsewhere”

The answer I got was disconcerting,—

‘Begorra, then it’s not meself that'll be ee
where that’ll be unless yer honours will be for going |
back to where ye landed and have me cabin > and
welcome.’

I have no idea how I looked at this, but the situa- |
tion evidently appealed to Harry, for he burst out
laughing and said, as he shook with it, ‘ats worth
the journey to see your face, dad; “it’s just
lovely.’

Ignoring my son’s remarks, I said, ‘Thank you,
Pat, for your kind offer, but I will get a boat and
over to the mainland.’

We were on the little quay in sight of boats sia
bobbed at anchor and others stranded on the beach.
We looked at them and then at each other, and I was
“waa to admit we should need something a trifle”

veil t Pat said coaxingly, ‘It’s back to. me cabin

be going, sorr.’ One last longing look at the
coy brought my eyes to a point of land that jutted
out and partly hid the offing, and there I saw a sail”
that soon brought a craft to view which might have
a captain whom I could prevail upon to take us off.
We found that she was loaded with porter and captained -
by Mr Darby Green. He was a sandy-whiskered, red-
faced, stuggy, unprepossessing man that snapped
at me when I asked him if he could take us across, ~
‘I’m going to discharge this cargo before I leave this
quay, and that won't be to-night.” With that he
threw another rope to the man on shore.”

I would not see his ugly face nor hear his snarls,
but continued to speak to him as if assured that he
would ultimately give way, and I admired the little
vessel; she seemed designed for rough weather, ae his
prompted me to say, ‘She is trim and snug, capta

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: and must be worth looking at when she has a sea she

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likes. .
The man faced round, lifted his shaggy eyebrows,
and looked at me with large, blue-gray eyes that had
a wealth of depth which, when looked into, trans-

formed him; and, as I looked, I saw my point was

gained, and that he bane take us to the mainland
loaded as he was.
I had asked before starting what I should pay

_ him, but only got for answer, ‘There is a sea running

ey

outside, and it may be we shall not go far, but, if I get

you over and can get back again, I won’t be for asking
too much for obliging gentlemen in difficulties.’

The sea ran high, but the little ship, in spite of
being full of weighty casks, lifted herself and topped
the waves in such a perky fashion that we were bound
to notice and admire her. Now and then the foaming
edges of one higher than the rest would hustle her
a bit and souse her passengers, but she kept her course
in such plucky fashion as told she would fetch Claggan
pier.

The certainty of being freed from Inishbofin was
a tonic that made me gay, in spite of my having to
hold grimly to a rope to maintain my somewhat
sprawling position on the deck, and, by way of giving
vent to my delight, I poked Harry’s ribs with an
elbow and sang to him :—

‘A wet sheet and a flowing sea,
A wind that follows fast,

And fills the white and rustling sail,
And bends the gallant mast.’

When near our destination, having in mind not
to delay the vessel at the pier, I asked again, ‘What
shall I pay you, captain?’ and, in reply, he stated a
sum which he expressed a hope would not hurt us
greatly. It was too small to hurt, and small enough,
with all else, to make me decide for the thousandth

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No! Darby Green, of Ballinabay, Clifden, is not
ugly; he does not snarl, and he has two gems of eyes
that sparkled when we admired the behaviour of
his boat. j

We stood some time where he had landed us watch-
ing the manceuvres of his boat to keep her sails full
while beating out, and then I turned to take stock of ~
our position. I was doing-this when Harry came ~
up to me, untied the strings of my south-wester, and |
helped me out of my oilskin garments, and, while %
doing so, remarked, ‘There’s been a lot of piers and
luggage in this day’s doings, dad.’ 7

There were a number of men very near us packing ©
mackerel, but so directly under the eyes of one in ©
authority that no one.looked our way. q

I have known men made joyous and not a little ©
proud by having handed to them a Bradshaw to 7
solve a problem. My travelling joy isa map. I took ©
one from my pocket, and saw we were about seven miles —
from Clifden, the place where the proprietor of the
Dudley Arms, A. F. Macdonnell, had cared so well ©
for friends of mine, that all I felt in need of now was
a car to take us to him. a

We piled our luggage and marched off in search be
of one, found it quickly, and had some tea while it —
was being horsed by a real Irish trotter that made ~
the miles speed past in such a fashion that in less than ~
an hour we were sitting down to a first-class dinner, ~
with just the man sitting next to me, had I known
him, I should have most desired to meet. 3

The landlord had told me in a most confidential —
tone that the gentleman who would be dining with —
us was Mr Shimmer, a Congested Districts’ Board ©
Inspector, who had been a captain in the Merchant ~
Service. That Mr Shimmer was an observant man ©
was soon apparent, for we were no sooner seated than ~
he said, ‘I see you have come to fish. _ I oak a
where you intend to try your luck?’ A

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I told him where we had been and of our day’s
doings.
_ ‘Rough diamond, Darby Green, but of the right
water. You were lucky to get ere to-night, Mr
_ Geen.’
‘And delighted, I assure you, Mr Shimmer.’
- ‘You could not have seen my name on a box, Mr
Geen, as I did yours. Perhaps Macdonnell has told
you my business, too.’

“He has, and I am hoping to get information from
you that will prevent our being stranded on another
Inishbofin.’

After dinner we adjourned to the landlord’s sanc-
tum, where we had a most enjoyable chat. ‘The
Chairman of our Board and the Chief Secretary for
Ireland were at Clare Island a few days since; did
you see them?’ said Mr Shimmer.

"Yes, we did,’ I said, ‘and were much amused by
their doings. They first inspected Grace O’Malley’s
castle, but their stay inside was for a moment only,
and then all their followers went in and came out as
quickly. I was not surprised, for my son and I had
come out from there in great haste. the chief interest
seemed centred on, I should say “‘in,” the empty
fish casks on the quay. The right honourable gentle-
man looked into quite a number, and, wherever his
nose went, your chairman’s followed, and, after his,
all the other noses. Quite an imposing procession
started, with determined strides, to climb the hill
to get a general view of the Board’s work, but the
determination of the start lessened rather quickly,
and soon ended in a halt and turn that brought it down
again. An inspection was then made of the boats on
shore. The Government’s representative had a most
ready method of testing these: he struck them with
his stick and then listened for the answer. So impressed
was the tail of the procession with this that other
| sticks were used and other ears listened. The sticks,

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no doubt, fuse brought ashore for the long walk, and
came in quite handy for this other purpose.

this they filled the waiting boats and were taker off
to the steamer.’

‘I am afraid you are a little lacking in perception
of the serious side when on your fishing tours; are
you not, Mr Geen?’ 4

‘Mr Shimmer, I am a great respecter of the pranid:
work your Board is doing; I saw a lot of it in Donegal ©
last year, but I could not help smiling, nor could you,
had you seen the seriousness with which they played’
the game of follow-my-leader.’

‘Dad must be lacking on his serious side,’ said |
Harry, ‘or he would not have sat on a wall pretending
not to notice, while all the time he was giving squeezes |
to my knee and whispering, ““Oh! Harry, look at that! ie
“Oh, Harry, look at this!’ ‘‘Oh, Harry, if another |
nose goes into that barrel I shall tumble off backwaieal
and be drowned.” Certainly the leisurely way the”
line of visitors entered the castle was in striking con-
trast to their exit, and gave dad's funny side such —
a start that he lost his chance of improving the occasion ©
by pointing out to me into what high places ambition |
leads.’

This son of mine can so use his face as to give colour-
ing to his speech, and its comical expression when fl
saying ‘high places’ in connection with Grace O’Malley’s -
castle started laughter that was prolonged by his”
appearance of surprise that his remarks should have
caused it. ;

‘Now, Mr Shimmer, may I ask you for your promised.
advice as to our further journeyings; we thought of
having a day in the bay here, and then driving on
to either Slyne Head or Roundstone.’ ;

‘Well, Mr Geen, I think I can prevent your making
useless journeyings, and I can suggest a route where
you will be sure of sport and a degree of comfort ey at
should meet the requirements of a sportsman.

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‘begin here, you should secure Michael Welsh’s boat

to sail you well out in the bay here, but I fear the

fish will run small; we are so far inland, and as no

doubt you are aware, you must be in the open sea for
large pollack. Slyne Head is ten miles from here;

- there you would find a decent hotel and a clever
fisherman, Pat Devan. At Roundstone you would

be exceedingly comfortable with Mr and Mrs Millet,
of the Ivy Hotel—a private house really—with whom
I often stay; mention my name to them, and ask
Millet to get Pat Jennings for your sea-fishing. Carna
is much frequented by fishermen, and Mongan’s Hotel
is the one to stay at, and, should you desire to go
farther, a drive or sail will take you to Orr’s Hotel,
Cashla Bay.’

When we thanked him heartily for his help, he
protested that it was just the matter he felt most
capable of advising upon, and therefore the pleasure
was his; and then added, ‘Have you ever fished the
Erriff River at Leenane?’

*Yes,’ I answered, ‘and I should like to tell you
of a visit I paid there, when accommodation in Irish
hotels was rather indifferent, and the landlords of them
had very vague notions of fair dealings with their

_ guests.’

‘Fill our glasses, Macdonnell, and it may be it
will be to your advantage to listen to Mr Geen’s views

of hotels and their landlords.’

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CHAPTER XXII .

‘THE DHRAWING-ROOM FLURE’—THE RIVER ERRIFE
FOR SALMON AND LOUGH NAFOOEY FOR PIKE—
UP ON A CONNEMARA MOUNTAIN FOR GROUSE.
A SEA-CAPTAIN who has been thanked for valuable
information and has readjusted himself upon his
seat after a sip at a replenished glass, with a satisfied ©
air and a long clay pipe, makes a comfortable picture;
at least, so I thought when I looked at him, as I com-_
menced what I intended should be a brief account of -
my visit to Leenane; but he and our host so encouraged
me by interposing comments that—my son giving me
no restraining kick—I told it as written here.
It is just twenty years ago that my friend, Mr
Emery, in whose judgment I place implicit faith,
said, ‘Geen, will you go with me to Connemara?
Graham was going, but has had to drop out through | |
illness. I have planned everything, and am assure
the prospects are good for fishing, and, mark you |
grouse shooting is promised should the river fall too low.’ ©
Free salmon fishing, within a mile of the sea, where
fresh-run fish may come with every tide, was a pros-
_ pect that moved me; with grouse shooting added on
the same terms it became irresistible, and I said
*Yes’ at once. Of course I ought to have been very ©
sorry for the poor fellow who should have shared all
this; I quite forget whether I was so or not, but -
certainly felt delighted at the thought~of a holiday
during which my friend and I might catch saline
or kill grouse as the fancy moved us. Emery is a
clever fisher, a most excellent companion, and i: 7
full of the resource, ingenuity, and cheerfulness that
were so necessary to angling visitors to Ireland < at
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that time, It is quite usual to hear people say, ‘Oh!

let Emery manage, and there will be no trouble.’ He

had left little to chance: beds and beats had been

arranged weeks prior, so we had only to move in on
the appointed day. This we did, to find that others
had moved in either earlier on that day or some

_ time previous.

The hotel was not the huge structure that now stands
on the spot, but, next after a limited number of bed-
rooms, there was a drawing-room; and then, following
in importance, a dining-room. We slept in the dining-
room the first night; believe me, if you can, not from
choice, although there was much that was very choice—
choice smells of baked, boiled, and fried, choice groans,
cheice snoring, and choice wishes. A night of such
purgatory is cheaply bought if, ever after, you feel
more grateful for a sweet, soft bed. I was so truly
grateful when in one the next night that I almost
desired to keep awake to enjoy the comfort of it.

Leenane is near the house in which a whole family,
named joyce, was killed by Fenians, and Miss Balfour
having paid a visit to the spot soon after, a fact much
noticed by the Press, caused ladies innumerable and
various to show their courage by following her example;
hence the spasmodic rushes such as that which robbed
us of our beds. These females, fresh ones every day,
worried me with their loud talk of how to manage
things. Now and then a sweeter female voice from

amongst the crowd would catch the ear and call

the eye, but, oh, my! what variations in voice and
gesture the masculine, travelling woman has. There
was a large assembly of them at the dinner-table on

the third day after our arrival, and we might have

been much edified by their conversation, up to a
certain period, had the ladies been content to talk
one at a time; but when that period came we were
given something to think about that concerned us
Sedge The waiter, with a hand on Emery’s

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in the space above our shoulders to watch the effect
of his words, spoke to us in his most Irishly-persuasive ~
voice, ‘Shure thin you jintlemin will be shlaping on
the dhrawing-room flure to-night.’ "
Pat made much of ‘dhrawing-room flure,’ as no
doubt he desired us to know it was a very superior ©
place, and then, after a pause, and with a slight bend
of his head, he added, ‘and it will be ladies thimselves 4
that will be shlaping in the beds.’ I assure all and j
sundry that it was quite a shy eye that ran round the :
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table to see which amongst the many ladies was to
occupy my berth. Of course I was baffled in my
search, but I gallantly determined I would say to either
of them—as I was in duty bound—‘Madam, take my ~
bed, take my room, you are welcome to both, as I have >

a fancy for the “‘dhrawing-room flure’’ to-night.”
Then I turned to Emery, and from his face I guessed
that his thoughts were with the landlord who haa
sent the message rather than with the ladies. My guess
was right, for he rose up at once and said, ‘Leave ©
this to me, Geen.’ But I was not inclined to let him j
beard the lion in his den alone, so insisted on accom- :

panying him. Apologies we found in numbers, but
these Emery brushed aside until close quarters were
reached as to whom the rooms belonged to and, finally, — if
whose hotel it was. Here I interposed with, ‘May .
I ask, Mr Landlord, where you yourself are hoping 7
to sleep to-night?’ and, on his replying, ‘In my bed,’ —
I offered the suggestion that the ladies should have —
his room; but he would not take it. Then Emery, ©
ever direct, and sometimes suspicious, said to him,
‘Tell us which of the ladies desire our rooms, and —
perhaps we shall be able to arrange matters.’ This —
was a poser, and brought out the truth that they —
were fifteen miles away, at Westport, waiting a wire
to come on. So this pother was ended by our keene
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Leenane stands at the head of Killary Bay, near
the point where the River Erriff joins it, and is there-
fore convenient both for the sea and the river fisher.
_ At the time of our arrival the stream ran in full flood,
‘but on the second day it had subsided to fair volume,

and was of that slightly dusky colour that helps
so much to successful fishing. The river has a short
course and a quick fall, and therefore almost daily rain
is needed to keep it in trim, but it is, notwithstanding,
an ideal salmon river for its size, as there are numerous
deep pools to hide them, and miles of gravel shallows
for their beds.

_ Fortune favoured us with the needed rain during
the whole of our first week, and, as fish were abundant
and not transferable to our homes in England, salmon
appeared on the table at nearly every meal, until,
with the hope of varying our fish diet, we determined
on a visit to Lough Nafooey for pike. This day’s outing
‘was eminently pleasurable, made so at its start by
the lovely drive, during which we were kept quite
excited by the accounts of the monsters that there was
more than a probability of our capturing. Then, again,
Emery was elated on learning that there was a chance
of gillaroo trout, on which he had set his desire, in the
aig that connects Lough Nafooey with Lough

ask

When on the lough, with the baits spinning, little
time passed without excitement, and now and then
a fish. Emery had tugs from fish we much wanted to
know the weight of; one of them was quite a monster,
for, when it turned, it showed something of its size
to me; but the heaviest we got weighed just thirteen

ounds.

We left the pike fishing early to get the much-

_ desired trout, and succeeded in getting a few, one of

- which Emery opened to satisfy himself as to this fish’s

peculiar possession—a birdlike crop, holding, in this

i heey. food and grit to grind it.

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We took some trouble to make the idilon andar :
stand that our captures were worthy of his cook’s A
attention, but he shifted all responsibility by taking —
me to the kitchen and introducing me to her in such ©
a way as made my task most difficult. ‘Annie,’ said —
he, ‘the gentleman has come to tell you how to cook —
fish.’ This was little likely to help me, but, as often —
happens when hardest driven, your good fairy whispers
you the turn to take. Thus inspired, I walked boldly ©
up to Annie with the fish, and smiled against her
frown for a moment, and then held out my hand. The —
frown slowly vanished, and I was soon telling her,
among other things, how we cook jack in England.
I remember, to this day, how loud the visitors were ~
in praise of the fish which Annie cooked as she would
have done a joint of veal.

It appeared, for a time, that our guns and cartridges i
would prove superfluous luggage, for the landlord, —
unmindful of his promise to give us shooting, had
let his grouse moor to a party of lawyers and barristers ’
from Dublin, who, on account of the wet and stormy
weather that had suited the fishing well, had obtained
indifferent sport, and, to make their prospect of getting
the head of game at first expected still less bright, two
of their party had been called home for a time. The
host’s information regarding the shooting had put —
me out more than the temporary loss of my bed, 4

A gun helps me on the longest tramp, and, if my ~
early training did anything for me, I ought to be! {
able to so deport myself with it as to give no fear —
to the most nervous comrade. My good dad took ae
never-tiring pains to teach me this before-he showed
me how to take a coming or a going’bird, a rising or

a falling one. b
_ I was thinking unkindly of the landlord, no doubt | ‘
with a clouded face, when the shooters were starting ~

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to me and said, ‘I understand you brought a gun
with you expecting some shooting. Will you come

with us to-day?’ His was just the voice to make the

invitation welcome; such a voice as would make

aman or woman desirous of seeing the speaker’s face

a second time. It is upon the cards that, hungering
though I was for a day amongst the grouse, I should
have said to either of the others, ‘Thanks! it is very
kind of you to ask me, but I prefer the fishing.’ Yet,
to this man, I eagerly said, ‘Oh! I should be delighted.’

How it came about that I was given the topmost
position I did not ask, but marched off under the
guidance of a youthful Pat and a dog (I knew to
whose insistence I owed the latter), to reach my lofty
starting-point, whence the next gun seemed very
distant, divided from me by a broad space of almost
perpendicular, shaly rock. At a given signal, which
the boy saw, he directed me forward, and very soon

‘reports that echoed in the hollows of the mountain-
side below, and then again above me, told that the

day’s sport was on.

When the boy released the dog, the animal took
a peep at me and the instrument I carried, and then
wagged his tail, but he did not come to my proffered
hand; he turned his nose to business with a jerk

_ that said, ‘No time now for that.’ It was impossible

to doubt that the man whose words and manner had

_ brought me where I was had given me a dog that

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knew his work. The heather was scanty in places,

and there was only a belt of some thirty yards in

width, with bare rocks on either side, and, as the
little wind there was came to us, the dog’s work was
not difficult, but the ease and truth with which he

did it was the saving feature of my position. Crack |!
crack! many times repeated came up in the first

half-hour, during which I had twice refused hares

that in their scampering up offered easy shots. At

_ last the dog’s action said, ‘Look out, your turn

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has come,’ and I brought down a right ae late tin
spite of my having to take them while resting against |
my kneeling leg, while the other, with its foot some
where down below, propped me up. The boy’s inte 4
in the proceedings, that had died out when I allowed
the hares to pass, took fresh life; the dog looked —
happy, and I fear the shooter was unduly puffed out —
with pride. To shoot hares going up or grouse going —
_ forward would not elate me, but try your hand at — 4

birds that rise only inches above the heather and then
drop down a mountain-side, and, if you succeed in
killing clean, what you will feel is what I felt. Pride © =
often lends itself to failure, and my pride gave me away —
at my next attempt. I waited just a moment tl é
increase the distance, and the birds dropped under
me to where I could not bring my gun. The dog —
seemed conscious as to why I had failed to fire, ee
after that he used all his cunning to get below ‘the
_ birds and cause them to make a rise that enabled me ~
to take them as one does pigeons coming from a trap. _

Birds were anything but plentiful; they could —
scarcely be expected in great numbers where cover “4
and food were scanty, but the good dog made the ~
very best of all his chances, and I was pleased with nye
day for grouse well up on a Connemara mountain. “i

The relation of my Leenane experiences had carried
us on to near bedtime, and as we proposed making an
early fishing start, we were not long in saying ‘Good- —
night’ and ‘Good- -bye’ to our friend in need, Captain
Shimmer, whom we had cause to bless many Bi? ;
thereafter.

We secured the services of Michael Welsh, who,
with the help of a mate, sailed his boat to perfection
in a stiffish breeze over the few and far betwee a
dark patches of the mostly sandy-bottomed Ardbear —
Bay, but, as had been predicted, the fish were
too small to test our lines, so the excitement of or

previous doings was lacking.

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i On ordinary days, although happy and _health-
giving, I must not dwell, as I need my pen for more
stirring times, accounts of men and women whom

we met, and incidents which I have notes of. Tet it

be enough to say that those who would like such
comfortable sport as this inland bay affords will be

at ease in the Dudley Arms Hotel at Clifden.

From a livery yard opposite our hotel I had seen
well-horsed cars come, and, as my love of horses is
on a par with my hate of whips, except to show the
animal or stroke his back, I went across to tell the
man in charge what I had seen, and ask if he would
let my son and me ride behind a good one to Round-
gil Spectacles as a rule detract somewhat from

ression of a face, and Irishmen are the last
At ald wish to wear them; but the roguish look

that came over the top of the pair this man had on

added to by the slow one-sided bending of his

head to get a peep at me. When he had satisfied

himself, his head resumed its ordinary position, and his
lips, that had quivered as if expecting a laugh to come
to them, moved to say, “Been in Ireland long?’ At
this we both laughed, and as this was what we had

_ tried not to do, it did us good.

Whether we got the best horse from the stable I

cannot say, but I did not wish for a better one than

handsome creature that trotted us over the road

_ that made its way by many a twist between lakes

that left margins only just Sufficient for our passage,

and on which we saw spreading rings in such numbers

as proved them well stocked with fish. After these

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came a lengthy chain of little lakes threaded together
by a sun-gilded stream; the whole a lovely, silver
pendant, dropped in a desolate bog that has been
made hideous by trenches from which peat has been
taken, leaving ugly blackened stumps of forest trees

exposed.

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for the road to take a turn that brought the bay i in |
sight on which Roundstone stands.

Irish drivers frequently ease the pace a bit when —
a mile from goal so that they may come with a dash —
and ‘Woa! woa! my beauty!’ at the finish. Outs
driver did this, and his coaching through the main ~
street was much admired, as also was his pull oe
and ‘Woa! then!’ in front of the hotel.

CHAPTER XXIII

THE PIG FAIR AT ROUNDSTONE—PAT JENNINGS SPOILS :
HIS MARKET FOR POLLACK

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ROUNDSTONE is more like a small, old-fashioned, —
English market town than any other place i in Ireland |
that I have visited. Its broad main street of prosperous j
shops, its commercial hotel and superior private houses
looking out on a bay, beyond which is the broad
Atlantic, while at the back are high hills of limestone,
dotted with lakes, make it a pleasant and healthy ~
place at which to stay. A glance at a map will show — a
that an angler will have lakes innumerable to visit — Y
that are high up above the sea whence breezes will ae
come to give vigour to the arm that wields a rod. if
Much has been written to prove that there are —
more places in Ireland, in proportion to population, s
where spirits may be purchased than in any other
country, and statistics tend to show that licences are
granted where the need cannot go far beyond that — 4
of the petitioner and his relatives, and in Roundstone _
_ such must surely be the case. Why there should be —
so many puzzled me, until our host explained that _
to be trusted with a licence was regarded more as —
an honour by the holder than as a source of pri
and that it had been found difficult to eramhy it to oe

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- _ and deny it to another. If there could be a time in
all the year to justify such opportunity to go from
house to house to sample, it must have been the day
of our arrival, when the town was full of Irishmen
dressed in their best. It was pig-fair day, a holiday
to the men, for it was the ladies that held the ropes
that had pigs’ legs attached to them. I could not see
a man so employed.

Many pigs, with their bodies and legs in sacks,
were brought from distant islands in boats rowed
by men who, when the noisy freights were landed,
thrust their hands beneath their coat tails, raised
their noses above the level of such business, and stalked
loftily away, leaving their spouses to do the dealing.
While watching a most heroic struggle between a full-
sized woman and a monster pig that threatened to
snap the rope or pull a ham off, | thought unkindly of
the husband who never even looked round to see the
issue of the tug-of-war; indeed, who could have helped
whispering as I did, ‘You brutes, to leave your women
so?’ But, before the fair was over, I was quite con-

-vinced that women as a rule, and not men, should take
_ pigs to market.

I feel some interest in a display of skill in business
deals, and have watched with admiration the selling
of a horse by a past master in the art, and I admire

_ the ready and truthful man who, when selling a kick-
ing cow, in answer to the query, ‘Is she a good milker?’

_ replied, ‘It’s tired you'll be before you’ve done milking
her.’ But the Irish pig-dealer has no equal, unless it
be the Irishwoman with whom he has to deal.

It appeared at first that the pigs would be far in
excess of the demand, and that buyers were calmly

-- waiting for sellers to realise this and then to get them
- at their own price; very possibly this attitude would
have imposed upon the absent husbands, but it seemed

_ to have the opposite effect upon the women-folk.
Somewhere near the centre of the greatest crowd

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a middle-aged woman, tall and straight, wih her | A
face above the shoulders of her nearest neighbours, — a
showed a set-purpose mien that told she had a price
she meant to get for the huge white pig which tugged ~
in vain at the rope she held. Her prize seemed to —
attract each dealer as he was about to pass until they j
all seemed bidding for her pig, and, I think it may be 4
said, its purchase was the real starting of the fair; —
but I have some suspicion that it was not the pig 4
they coveted so much as the absence of its owners i,

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face, which was up so high that women far and near a
could see it and feel encouraged to be firm.
The departure of this giantess and her monster
pig brought to view a pretty face overhung with —
modesty, and, strange to see, the pig she held was
modest too, and sat upon his hind quarters while —

standing upon his fore legs with drooping head be-
tween them, as a dog sometimes does when waiting the ~
next move. They both seemed sadly out of place, and ~
jarred so much upon my nerves that it would have —
relieved me to have held the pig for her until the crack —
of—well! her husband’s skull for leaving her to
a task she was so unfitted for. Offers came to her, and —
hands were held out to clench the bargainings, but |
they were declined with ‘No, and thank you,’ that was ;
easily seen by the movement of her little mouth. For —
some time this picture was hidden by a pushing woman
whose bare feet and legs proclaimed that she had not ~
stayed to pick her way through soft, peaty places to —
reach the fair. 3
Business grew in briskness, and the satisfied depar- —
tures, amongst which was that of the boggy-legged -
one, thinned the market-place, and again ‘the young —
woman and her pig stood out quite boldly, so that
I could see her ‘No’ to offers as plainly as before. The —
artful buyers presently passed her by, and I began to
fear that, like my Aunt Jane in matters matrimonial,
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| Id her pig at last, and, with its sale, my interest
_ in the fair waned and died.
_ Mr and Mrs Millet, who keep the Ivy Hotel, Round-
_ stone, Connemara, are a hale and hearty couple who
_ have reared a family of sons and daughters and sent
_ them oui into the world to fight the battle. Their
_ doing this has left them with room and inclination
to entertain guests in a fashion that deserves the
praise bestowed on them by Mr Shimmer. Mrs Millet’s
_ thoughts are not so completely with her absent ones
as to cloud her face or to leave no room for mindful
interest in her visitors; her smile is ever ready to
throw sunshine on her kindly face, be your requirements
what they may if within the resources of the town.
In addition, she has this great virtue—she does not
talk too much.

Our host proved to be a well-read man and an
interesting conversationalist, from whom it was an
easy task to get information, especially on matters
piscatorial, as he is an enthusiastic angler He readily
told us where to go, what flies to use, and, what is
more, insisted on taking from his fly-book half a dozen
of his favourites for us. In illustration of the sport
to be got he instanced a recent day when he and a son

of his, home for a holiday, brought back forty-two
_ trout, one of which weighed three pounds and four
others two pounds each.
_ There is trout fishing in plenty within easy walking
‘distance, and, should you prefer to try your luck
upon the sea, the harbour from which to make the
start is not 100 yards away.
Many will go to Roundstone and some will wish to
_ try the pollack, so I must tell of the fisherman who so
successfully piloted us to glorious sport with them, |
_ Our host on being told that we desired to try the
_ sea-fishing said, as Mr Shimmer had, ‘Pat Jennings is
the man for you. ‘I saw him at the fair,’ he added,
“so possibly he is in the town still; would you like
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to go with me to find him or shall I bring him tee

After a search in very likely places we found him
aboard his boat so near asleep that both ‘Jennings’
and ‘Pat’ had to be called loudly before he com- 4
menced to stretch himself to consciousness that
some one desired speech with him, and that, if his |
eyes told him true, there might be profit i in it. 4

I have seen animals, wild and tame. rise from 4
their recumbent positions and display their forms _ ‘g
with a preliminary stretching of their backs, and the
man who rose at last acted in a strikingly similar
manner. He was a rough, huge fellow, much past ~
middle age, with shoulders which, in spite of their —
being slightly bent, seemed capable of carrying great —
loads, and his legs, parts of which showed through ~
rents, looked little likely to give way, be the burden
what it might. His face fitted him. The steel-blue

showed the man had grit to tackle what many would ©
decline. His nose came a long way down and flattened —
as it came to meet a determined chin that had hanging
from it a bristly wisp trimmed one would guess 4
himself and yet in such a fashion as suited him. He
was clad in gray homespun, much worn where most —
put upon by use, and his boots, to be in keeping with —
the rest of his outfit, gave freedom to his toes. He wo es
a hat the brim of which had a slit across it, one edge.” |
of which curled up and the other down over his left —
ear, and there presumably caused such tickling that
the battered headgear was gradually pushed to the ~
other side until it almost covered the right eye. This
gave a finishing touch to the man’s rollicking appear-
ance as he looked and listened to me from his boat. —
Had I been called upon to search the harbour a
say which of the many boats belonged to Jensinteea
I think I should have hit upon his four and a half —
tonner that warited arms and legs like his to Le
hher oars. She needed a stiffish breeze when nder
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sail and half a gale to give her a pleasant list. Pat
looked quite at home in her, and I thought no man
and boat could possibly be more in harmony as each
and every detail of both lent themselves to make
a rough and ready picture that suggested ‘Work,
-and never mind the weather.’ Individual articles,
some for domestic use, vied with one another to bring
this about, while collectively they told that the
captain ofi-times dined, and sometimes slept, on
board. A tar-smudged, iron crock, half filled with
dying embers on which potatoes baked, gave forth
‘a pleasant, péaty smell, but, like all else on board,
it was the worse for use and stood lopsidedly on two
legs, and on that portion of its bottom that had lost
the third. So much were man and boat alike that
after some days spent with him and her I had to ask
if he had made it himself.
Millet was the first tospeak. ‘Jennings, these gentle-
men want you to take them for pollack to-morrow.’
‘Shure thin it’s meself that will be delighted to
do that same and see the jintlemen hauling at the
monsters, and it’s me gear, and none like it, will
hould“‘thim.’
_ jJennings’s eyes turned to where a number of stout
cord lines, wound upon wooden frames, lay, and
_ then he smilingly remarked :—
‘It’s fun they'll be giving yer honours if it plaises
_ the weather.’
_ As we were turning to go I said, ‘Have you a gaff,
Jennings?’
The answer to this held a reproach as if the speaker
thought it was in my mind to doubt his lines.
‘Gaff, yer honour? It’s no gaff ye’ll need.’
- We—I say ‘we, as I do not desire to hurt tender
- feelings—had lost our gaff, and I feared for our chances
of replacing it, but I got one that evening which
answered splendidly. An obliging man—all Irishmen
are that—unscrewed a hook from out the ceiling of his

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shop and then, with the aid of a gimlet, got it ie the J
end of a broom handle. I was just a trifle preud as —
I marched back to that careless son of mine who s
persists that it was I who was most responsble for
our needing that meat-hook gaff.
Pat Jennings’s promise of sport had been given 4
subject to the weather’s pleasure, as though he was
fearing the change that came and prevented our
putting out to sea on either of the two following me,
So violent was the wind that we fished the most —
sheltered lake for trout with the utmost dificulty
on the first day and with poor result—nine fish between —
us; but on the second we found the stili high wind had —
changed a point and aided us to cover spots we could — 4
not reach the day before, and we had sport that
_ pleased us much—twenty-two fish, in weight sigs
half a pound to one and three quarter pounds.
The third morning was a glorious one, and soon
dispelled all thought of the violence which had presif .
ceded it. The sea had but soft, oily waves where ~
before huge, white-crested ones had tumbled and ~
hissed, and the blue haze that capped the distant —
hills gave assurance that summer was with us yet.
Pat was punctual and we were soon on board, speed- a 5.
ing on our way, favoured by a wind that followed.
Pat had a little store of eels for bait which he showed —
by lifting them and then allowing them to wriggle —
back through his fingers to the bucket. I gladly —
accepted this earnest of his desire to do his best, for
I have known a professional fisherman happily satis. ip
fied when the only provision he has made for Bc 4
has been a half-gallon jar of beer. a
The satisfaction of our guide in his lines and baits
caused me to hesitate to show ours, but the had 4
to come to view, and it was as I feared: Pat ooke
and listened as a man does when a child displays his —
toys. Holding the tiller pressed between his arm and :
side he put the tail of a siaughtered eel upon his h

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"evidently i in no way moved from his purpose to have

a line out in which he could have some faith.

It would have been easy, but unkind, and most
Reais, to have told him that we should not need
his lines and lures or his help beyond piloting us to
the most likely places. Unkind, because he had

_ told us he had fished for pollack ever since he was old

enough to hold his father's lines, and unwise, as men’s
good temper is the first essential for their best work.
His faith in the eel-tail, which with clumsy, horny
fingers he lovingly put on, so filled his huge frame,
that I was prompted to suggest a contest giving him
the fullest chance to beat my son’s rod and line. Pat
offered me his line when paid out, but I declined it,
saying I preferred to watch him using it, as I wanted

_ to see which would catch more fish, he or my son.

While I was saying this Pat gave a hearty jerk, and ©

got a start with a six-pound fish, but he was not
_ allowed to keep it long, as Harry made short work with
one of nine, and almost immediately after was playing
a heavier fish, the play and landing of which gained
a noticing remark from his opponent, ‘Shure thin it’s
tough that fine stuff is.’

He was also pleased to speak kindly of the meat
hook that held up the eleven-pound fish while the
hook was wrested from its mouth.

_ “Eleven pounds, Jennings,’ and, as he looked round
ea see me weighing it, he got a tug that pulled his
line through loosened fingers and was too late with
his strike, but the fish, five pounds, came again and
was secured, making the contest level in numbers.
After this there was, for some considerable time, no
response to either’s offerings, and this caused the
captain to let out the reef he had taken in, and while
_ doing so, to say, ‘I'll be making for Inishlackan, where
it will need my lines to hould thim.’

__ The move proved fruitful, and I had cause to fear
that the first fish would, with the aid of the weeds

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it dashed down amongst, strengthen again fe f
weakening belief that our lines would not last. The
rod was bent to a dangerous bow with the fisher’s
effort, but a turn had to be called for, which the boat-
man cleverly executed by bringing his boat back over
the spot, and to my great relief the fish, in answer
to the strain in this opposite direction, cleared the
weeds, and then fought gallantly before it rolled se ik
its side and was brought to gaff. i
‘It'll be weighing twinty pounds I'd be thinking” 4
was the staggered Pat’s opinion. Its weight was:
between sixteen and seventeen. Fe
‘Shure thin it’s meself that has a finer line rll
be for trying.’ ;
He tried a finer line, but as the sun was now high
above us, it helped so little that he exclaimed, “By
the powers, it’s meself that’s disremimbering that the
fish won't take the eel in the full light of day. Til be —
putting it by until avening. Shall I be trying a red
rubber, yer honours?’ |
He tried one, but it made no difference, so 1 ona 4
posed that I should put a long length of wire next —
to the bait so that the fish might not see that his”
glaring line was connected with it. He consented, ~
but not readily, and could he have analysed his feel-
ings he would, I believe, have found a shadowy hope 4
that it would not answer. It did, but still he was at
a disadvantage, and did not get half so many fish
nor nearly such large ones as Harry got. a
Pat, on being asked what drink we should bring ©
for him, had said ‘Porter,’ so we had brought theasl
bottles with us. His failure to kéep up with his
opponent made him so thirsty that he opened one
of them, popped the fizzing hole into his mouth and
nearly choked himself, He sought consolation in
a potato from the crock. The tuber burst with little
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first mouthful caused a tear and had to be held between
his teeth and breathed on before he dared swallow it.

We saw as little of this as we could: Harry acted as
if he had a tug at his line and I was busy watching

Harry’s movements.
The boatman’s thirst and hunger prompted the
production of a basket which we found well filled

with tasty sundries, a loaf of bread, some cheese and

butter, and, while we were satisfying our hunger,
the boat held on her way to another of our boatman’s
favourite spots, of which he spoke in terms that quite
excited us.

illaunacrough is one of a group of rocks well out
to sea, some of which are submerged at high water,

while others of them are much above the highest

‘Spring tides and provide haunts for numerous seals.

We approached close to several huge beasts that
were sunning themselves on slabs that sloped to the

level of the sea, from which they flopped and dived in

the most leisurely manner. Some of them were very
curious as to our doings, and popped up so near us as
to be able to see the fish upon the gaff, and probably
they saw them from underneath upon our lines, but

_ they did not steal nor spoil our sport, so we were

pleased to watch them watching us. Harry had some

_ excitement from their proximity, as he really thought
_ when something seized his bait and rushed round the

‘corner of a rock to where the eye could not follow the
line’s course that, our experience at Keem Bay was to

be repeated. It was no seal, however, but an ugly

black jack pollack, weighing eighteen pounds, and yet

- not nearly as heavy as it was ugly.
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like these, miles from the mainland, where little fish

are kept at bay by larger ones that greedily take what

is offered? Had you a tell-tale rod that rejoiced in

its work and was your line as fine as you dared to have

it? Was your companion one of those most wished

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_ for and your pilot an Irishman with pride of owned 1

_in every fish you caught? Wasita lovely Autumn day
like the one I write of? If you can say ‘Yes’ to this, i
you will agree with me that such a day of joyis hard to
equal and should be remembered with a thankful
heart. |
The fish we caught round these islands were | lost
count of, as was the passing of our time until the
sun went down and gave thoughts of the journey back. 4
The glories of that Autumn evening, coming to finish |
with splendour a perfect day spent in happy company _ :
on ocean waves that seemed to joy in the pleasure that —
they gave, brought a chastened spirit, before which ©
the vanity of success was much belittled to make a :
for humbler thoughts.

We learned from Pat that he came so often to thes
rocks and stayed so late that the noises of the night
which scared his comrades had for him no terrors. __

‘I’m not denying the fairies, but it’s not meself
that fears thim.’

‘But, Jennings, ited of the old women’s souls that
_ wail within the bodies of the seals at night?’

‘Och! old wimen, is it? Faith, it’s old wimen
that can hear the same whin the creatures are no mai .
than laughing. It’s winking at me they were thi;
same day when they see’d yer honours in me boat,

and shure it’s plaised jintlemen ye are that I am

cooking the fish for.’ wv a
Until then I had no thought of being hungry, ane

was but half conscious of Pat’s doings, but wher

I looked and saw the fish boiling in a saucepan ‘he

the steaming potatoes in the crock, and thought of 1

little way the heavy craft was making against the ident

I was hungry and did justice to the meal provided. :
In youthful days I much preferred accompanying —

my father’s men when going journeys that were ©

unknown to me to being at school. I once ple bee

truant to go for lime and had some of the nan’s

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_ bacon, which he cooked on a limestone at the kiln-
_ head. Never, although more than fifty-six years
_ have passed since then, have I eaten bacon that
_ tasted so good as that, and now, after an experience
__ with potatoes just as long, I had to confess that I had
never eaten them with such relish nor so longed for
more. The pollack, too, had failed to appease my
appetite as fish food usually does, and, stranger still,
Harry was actually made more hungry by what he
had eaten; at least, so he said and looked. I con-
_solingly said, ‘It is wise so to eat as to leave some
youthlike hunger, rather than to lose all appetite by
eating to repletion.’

This set Pat thinking, but he soon came to a con-
clusion and said, ‘It’s meself that loses me appetite
when I’m full, but I’ll be putting on more praties and,
by the powers, another fish.’

_ The stars shone brightly and showed the course
through anchored boats as we neared the landing-
place, and the form of our host stood boldly out as

~ he waited our coming on the quay.
We were late to bed that night and somewhat
late for breakfast next morning, but Pat had been
up early and had made sundry journeys with baskets
_ of fish before we saw him. The news of his big take
_ had thus.spread, and there were customers waiting
_ for his remaining bargains when we appeared. But
_day by day the call for pollack was lessened by our
catches so much that Pat, when the fourth day’s
catch was sold, said, ‘It’s a change the divils are calling
for unless I’m to rale give thim away with salt thrown
in for the curing av thim. Now wouldn’t yer honours
Tike to have a thrate wid our big conger? It’s rale

‘say-sarpints they be.’

_ ‘No, Pat, we cannot stay. We have arranged te
be at Carna to-morrow, so you must be here to sail
us across the bay to where the Carna road comes te
_ it. There will be a car to meet us there at four o’clock.’

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Pat’s dear old face fell at this, and, when we ‘mounte
the car on the next afternoon and drove away, we
left him looking as mers he already missed our
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CHAPTER XXIV Maki,

MONGAN’S HOTEL, CARNA—-WE FISH WITH ~
ST ANTHONY

WE found Mongan’s Hotel, Carna, a very comfort-
able place, and the host and hostess all anxiety that
their guests’ stay might be enjoyable. This was
demonstrated in many ways; and they were much
aided in their efiorts by having at their disposal
60,000 acres of shooting, white and brown trout éahing|
in rivers and lakes, boats to row or sail for sea fishing,
the free use of their new yacht May/lower, and, in
addition to all this, cars well horsed at a no
charge per day or hour. ’ ‘i

Lack of rain had rather spoilt the fun for trout-
fishers here, as it did all over Scotland and Ireland |
that season. There were four enthusiasts still remain-
ing when we arrived—two ladies and their brothers—
who, in spite of their sorry chances, started each
morning full of cheery talk of what might or might not

happen before the day was done. They were accom-~
panied by their mother, and, as close behind as she could ©
keep, but quite detached, a sister of their mother —
followed. The sweet simplicity of lengthened spinster-
hood had not given this maiden aunt the advantages ~
over her sister, who had borne the troubles of motheey
the journey out and on the journey home, in eo e7
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left to right in answer to the cacklings of her hand-
some brood, so she did not see the ambling trot of
the game old soul behind. I wondered, I could not
help it, if the dear old lady had much to leave or
. was dependent on those in front. ihe fishers’ cap-
- tures were not numerous, but sufficient for all to
have trout for dinner each day and to set tongues
wagging that told much of how the day had been
spent. The delay of the aunt in coming to these
meals caused me to wonder more than once if she
had been left upon the road, and, from exhaustion,
had fallen into a ditch whence, like the claret-loving
~ college don who fell between the graves in a church-
yard, she was unabie to get up and, like him, had
folded her hands upon her breast and said, resignedly,
_ ‘I suppose I shall rise with the rest.’ I was so worried
by such thoughts that when she did appear I felt
vexed with her for having made me anxious, and
I understood why a mother beats the child who has

. narrowly escaped some peril of the street.
It is pleasant to wake with brain refreshed and
body willing to undertake the tasks that have been
planned beforehand, as then there is no worrying
- thought of probable vexatious waste of time. First
hours were thought so much of in my youth, and have
_ given me so much better service in life than later ones,
that I think a day ill spent the first half of which has
— mot called forth an effort that deserved approval.
So it was overnight I made arrangements for a boat and
_two men to go for pollack. This was fortunate, for
the landlord would have assigned to us but one, as
_ the fish are plentiful very near home. My chart
had shown me that the bay was shallow, so, while
I was in no way doubting that fish were numerous,
my experience told me they would be lacking much
in size. Our host did not like my suggestion that the
fish must be small, and said, ‘No! gentlemen fre-
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five pounds in weight.’ This settled the ms 2 Na
I decided to have two men and a chance to reach
grounds where we might hope for heavier fish, ==
~~ One of the men was waiting for. us next morning —
to carry what we desired to take with us and to
show the way to the boat. He was a sandy-haired, -
ruddy-faced man, in the prime of life, and a ae
_ of strength as he strode towards us with a Scottis
gillie’s gait. He appeared very Scottish, yet there wi 1S
something wanting in the face and something there not
to be expected, and I wondered what it was until | re
spoke, when I knew that Scottish solemn readiness
for seriousness was absent and Irish preparedness for
mirth much in evidence. This was Mike. ‘ os
Now for Anthony, known. as Tony, our second
boatman. I sometimes fancy that it would be better
if I was not so quick to see things out of line, a petti-
coat too long, a coat collar high, horses badly paired
for work, and other animals not doing well in double
harness; but then there’s the fun to balance th s
which I could not do without; it is so good to laugh, ‘
be it never so quietly. Being thus observant, I have ©
often had to say, ‘Well! 1 never,’ and, ‘Did you —
ever?’ and now I have to say I never saw a pair of ©
rowers so opposite in every way as manned the boat 4 :
we fished from at Carna.
Anthony was hauling at a rope with his back tea
wards us when I saw him first, and, thinking he was
a thin slip of a boy, I asked Mike where his mate was,
and got reply, ‘That’s Tony, sorr, hoisting the sail.” is
I looked forward again, and then at the speaker, ar id
I could see in fancy this strong man rowing circles”
round the oar worked by the boy, whose outline from oe
where we walked was little thicker than a chalked :
line with an O upon it. I suppose I was looking grieved
over my mislaid plans, for Harry glanced at me and |
then dropped behind to laugh. It was not until ey saw
this strange sens. s face and heard its voice | that

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uk itsvered that, after all, Anthony was a man, or as
_ near to one as he could ever hope to be again. I had
- thought Noah’s 950 years a clerical error and his not
getting married until he was 500 a mistake until I saw
_ Anthony’s face, which rooo0 years could not account
for, as there would still be left a look as if the spirit
had quitted it more than once to return again, after
failing to discover another such saintly habitation,

The sail he hoisted proved useless, as the little
wind there had been died away before we started,
and so the oars were put out, and, to my surprise,
Tony’s automaton figure was seated just in front of
me to row the stroke while the man of flesh and blood
took the easy bow. I could only guess how little flesh
still remained to aid Tony to sit in comfort by what
was left upon his arms and legs, as shown by the way
their coverings hung. There appeared to be so little
flesh upon his bones that I thought he might, if the
occasion came, say, as a thin patient did when a
_maustard plaster was being put on: ‘It’s very little
"meat for so much mustard, doctor.’

The facial features of this much-shrunken man
were overhung by a cumbrous crown that belittied
every item except the chin, which stretched to a
lengthy point and was adorned with a goat-like beard
that time had whitened, and a further time had added
a yellow tinge to what was white before. This beard
was much in evidence, for it made a journey from its
wearer's right shoulder to his left each time he bent
forward to take a stroke, and when he pulled the
beard made the journey back: and so it went, to and
fro, with the regularity of a pendulum.

"After my faith in fairies went (my love for the
_memory of the one who told me of them will never
go) spirits rapped and tables turned in vain, and the
ghosts I have seen since then have not alarmed me
or even made me curious, but Tony showed quite

‘plainly that when the spirit was willing it needed

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but little to make things move in merry -fashior
To see him row was a revelation, and his manage-
ment of the boat when under sail was astounding on
He would at times fairly fling himself to get a hold 0
the rope next the pulley that was up and out fr meets
him until all that was left of Tony in the boat was y
his legs below the knees. Several times when thu:
extended a freshening puff fairly stretched him, and, |
fearing he would go, I held his trousers legs until he.“
was on board again. He is a fisher, one of the best —
I ever fished with. It seemed that his experience left —
nothing unknown to him in this direction. Even «
fine lines brought no expression of surprise, but merel
a look of pleased recognition as of one who had dns
since known their merits and was glad to see som g
thing old-fashioned reappear. ‘A white worm on on
av thim, plaise’ carried conviction by its tone, and
what resulted proved there was wisdom in his choice. P
He knew, too, the depths to which our lines would ©
sink, and asked for their raising and their dropping
as the fishing ground demanded. I might have left
my chart at home, nor did I need to make much ¢ Te
upon my own experience as, when with Tony, I was
learning. His familiar knowledge of the haunts and —
habits of the fish prompted me to remember and to
tell him of his sainted namesake, and how he, in the
intervals of the devil’s harassing temptations, went —
to the sea to give to the fishes the sermons to which the ‘ i
heathen would not listen, and so influenced them that |
they moved, and even bowed, at his bidding. ‘Thin | 5
it’s a powerful pracher he was, and the saints thim- ©
selves best know how he came to be named afther
me. Ach the praching !’ 34
He said this so sorrowfully that I was compelled —
to fear that he had been made to listen to preaching ~
in his youth when he would have preferred to shave:
been elsewhere. I had some sympathy for this, as
it caused me to remember the lengthy sérmons I in 5s
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no way understood and the much-offered box for the
coin I had spent in toffee. But Mike was interested in
St Anthony, and desired to know if his riverence wore
bathing drawers, and ‘would he kape a fish that got
inside thim ?’

I am not easily. discouraged, and I so longed to
make the ancient face put on a smile that I really
should be pardoned for having tried just once more.
I was moved to my choice by the beard that pendu-
lated before me. ‘I took the precaution to ask if he
had ever heard of the Jew who wagered a hair from
his beard with a hairy-faced Irishman against one of his
that He could name more saints than the Irishman
could, a hair to be pulled for each saint.

“There’s nothing new, sorr, the world is too old,
but tell it, for Mike would bite his nose off, and no
danger to it, to hear a joke that’s new.’

So I went on with the tale and told them how,
when single hairs in numbers had been extracted,

the Jew demanded and took a dozen for the twelve
apostles. The painful loss of these sharpened the
Irishman’s wits as to the advantages of disposing of
his saints wholesale, so he replied,—
_ ‘Thin be jabers I'll give ye the Royal Irish Fusiliers,
every one av thim a saint, and clear yer chin, ye divil.’
- It was Mike that laughed; Tony had heard it once
too often. The day was waning before I saw him
smile, and, as will happen with many folk, it»was
at no tale told by others but at what he said himself.
_ ‘I am afraid tales worry you, Tony, and that you
prefer more attention to the fishing.’
- ‘Not at all, yer honour; it’s meself that’s niver
toired of listening, and it’s sorrow I have that jintle-

_ men’s tales get here before thim.’

There was roguery in this, for Mike laughed loudly,
and Tony’s face relaxed, while Harry, thinking it
‘a hit’ or to encourage Tony to further speech, laughed
and said, ‘Hear! Hear!’

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‘Mike,’ said Tony, ‘will spread his mouth as o of ten
as ye plaise if yell laugh yerself at what ye say. — re
an it's ivery jintleman that would be telling te es
when the say is silent and the fish don’t bite his bait.
I clean disremimbers where the jintleman was for
coming from that tould us that this was the best 0! %
all the worlds. Was ye for remimbering, Mike?? —s_—

‘I was forgittirig, too,’ said Mike, ‘but it

“‘ye sinner’’ he called ye when he gave ye
whisky.’ Lei
‘Shure thin it’s a greater traveller than meselt
are, sorr.’
“Well, I guess I’ve travelled some,” said heli
‘**And are the worlds much aloike, sorr, and <
there any ye haven’t yet seen?”’ said I. , “4
‘It was thin he handed me his flask, saying—— —_—
“« Liquor, ye sinner ?’ sf
‘Thrue for ye,’ said Mike, ‘and wasn’t it meselt
had no taste of the same?’
It is difficult to decide under which of the varyin s.
conditions of the different days we fished at Cz
our captain shone the most. I admired his easy anc id
regular stroke that gave the boat a movement the t%
suited the fish until ‘they had mouthed the lure, and
equally effective was the instantaneous and momen
tarily increased speed that securely hooked the quarry.
I think—I say ‘I think’—he was most like hi nsel te
and most to be admired when the waves ran .
and, with daring skill, he sailed the boat scaringly near —
foam-capped rocks, sheering her off in the ieee of
time, and bringing tugging fish from the seething ~
waters which we fishers had to play while crossing
waves that tossed and bumped us on and off our sez ts ts
in the funniest fashion. a ina ze
From experience I have gathered that boa t iris
inured to chopping seas like to test the endurance
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ay without distress or murmur they are almost prepared
_ to treat him as an equal. If Tony’s display of sailing
~ skill in half a gale amongst tumbling waters was
prompted by this desire he did it so thoroughly as
: to prove that there would be some danger to himself
before the fishers would see anything but what was
comic in holding fish while being tossed from seat to
floor. Harry tumbled and gathered himself into a
Recline posture, and from that fell over on his side,
while holding as firmly as he dared to a pollack that
_ whirred the handle of his winch so near his lips that his _
laughter and the wheel’s noise were blended. I could —
not help him as I was busy with a determined fish, but,
as a father should, I offered him sound advice, ‘Hold
pe him from where you are until I get this one in.’
‘Then there were hours of soft, warm breezes for
“easy sailing, when the pleasure of successful fishing
‘was in every detail of each capture. Tony, the venture-
‘some, ventured then to places between rocks where
‘a bigger fish than we had caught might have a home;
perhaps the big one was there that is never caught
although so often hooked. It is just as well the
monster has not yet been captured, as we can still
_ search the seas for him with the certain knowledge
that he takes the angler’s lures most readily and, when
a mighty tug comes and the wheel screams out for
help, we can wonder if we have him on. A fisher
friend of mine had the monster. salmon on, there can
be no doubt, for this is the impression his tale of it
made on me. It rushed, tugged, jiggered, and sulked
in turns as no fish had ever done before, and after
playing his would-be capturer for an hour and a half,
and tiring him until he could not lift his cramped
‘arms, it snapped the trace and severed its connection
with the used-up man, but, that it might not quite
forget him, it kept his fly.
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and said, ‘‘Lay thee down and dee, Johnson; lay thee

down and dee.” ’ ite ae
There are exceptions to every rule, and even Tony’s
turn came to be surprised. The sun had set hastily
behind a cloud that presently rose and darkened
the high and oily running waves, and thinking to —
entice a fish or two on the journey home, I took off—
the worm and replaced it with a Silver Natural Spin,
and then held it in the water so that Tony could see
its frightened-fish-like spin. Wonderful to relate, he
asked to have it in his hand, where he turned it over
many times while he seemingly racked his brain in
vain for memories of its counterpart. He dropped it
in the water and watched it spin again until the
freeing of the winch gave line, and even after that he
watched the place where he thought the lure was
spinning. Still cogitating, his eyes came to the rod
as if he momentarily expected it to bend, and that he ~
might know quickly the size of the coming fish, he
bent his ear to catch what the winch would say. His
expectant attitude worked on me until I found myself
gripping my little rod as if I feared its loss, and, when ~
a tug came, I gave such a vigorous strike as would have ©
roken it had I not been so holding the line, as is my
habit, that it might slip through my fingers at such ©
a pull. A fish struck as this one had been could have -
no doubt about its being attached to trouble, and he
commenced at once in the wildest way to try to free —
himself, and a grand fight he made to do it, but his first —
great rush that found me less capable through having —
acted so foolishly failed, and after that his chances ~
lessened with each run until, out of breath, he came ~
with a roll and a flopping of his tail to be gaffed, —
Tony unhooked the fish, the largest we caught while —
with him, and then availed himself of the oppor- —
tunity of inspecting the bait again, and, while tickling —
his crown, he gave a smile that said ‘O course,’ and 4
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lee at the thought that his memory could still go
sk to a period so remote for proof of his belief
at there is nothing new.
@ flashing bait attracted the pollack that quickly
darkening evening, as it had on many another such
pecasion, while the rubber worm became discredited
md was removed to give place to another flasher,
id then both rods were busy and we thought +o
the boat. When Dame Fortune comes with her
full of good things and gives with both hands it
easy to be unmindful of the probability that her
stay will be brief. The big dark cloud brought with
it, from out the west, wind that freshened and drove
us to harbour. Mike, on landing, started for a means
of getting the fish to’the hotel, and came back with
—the truth must be told—a donkey and cart. The
smallest fish weighed six pounds, the next in weight
eight pounds, and then upwards to fifteen pounds—
thirty-eight fish in all.
__ The wind that drove us so hastily to shelter con-
ti nued, and prevented our getting to sea next day,
although we made attempts that took much time.
he lulls that caused us to try again and again were
of short duration, and the only reward for our perse-
verance was the consciousness of having done our
bes t. We got well splashed, but there is nothing
9 good for the hair as salt water nor anything so im-
Mediate in its effects, for you can feel the thin place
thicken as the salt dries on it, and, if you are gentle
ith your rubbing and let the sea breeze do its share,
you will be delighted with the seeming growth.
_ Blank days are not to be despised because they
do not lend themselves to be talked of, nor is their
ywering of our pride very harmful, and to their
redit we must surely place something for the energy
with which we strive again, and something for the
xtra pleasure we shall have in our next success. I
‘Striven without succeeding as frequently as

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drawing to its close that the evening meal did n
depend upon what I was carrying home.

Harry’s holiday was far too brief, and the time or
our return, coming as it did while the weather wa
still summer-like and the sport at sea good, came much
too soon. Regretfully we said good-bye to pleasant

. acquaintances, to our host and hostess, and to Mike

and Tony, all of whom had helped to our enjoyment.
They were happy days, and happy have been
those spent with men who, as tired as myself of
ordered life, have made a break in it. September
friends I have who love to see partridges on the wing
and upon their plates on the first of that good month, ©
and November friends who say that to shoot a pheas
coming with the wind, and swerving here and there
to avoid the branches of the taller trees, is by far
the grandest sport of all. To wear gaiters and carry
a gun is excuse sufficient for a surgeon I have often shot
with. He seldom fires, and, when he does, it is generally
just to give an echo to his chum Tom Wilson’s gun,
A clergyman, whose duty it is ever to be reading
the burial service, sometimes comes fishing with =
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bringing with him the echoes of his calling. I

good to see him seated on a stool, half hidden ee 4
sedge and rush, fishing a baited swim, for when
fish commence to bite I notice by the happy twinkle in
his eyes and by his joyous talk that the saintly pamos
has gone and my companion is a mere joyous man.
We are all children’s children of nomad fathers
with somewhere in our hearts a longing to tread the
turf. That longing has ever been with me. I feel
out of place in crowds, and the rush, tumult, oo
anxiety of a city life is a battle I have had to °
a part in much against my will, but, thanks to days
stolen for sport, 1 have come through smiling. 7
LONDON AND GLASGOW: COLLINS’ CLEARS TES PRESS.

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