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that the small dun is the man, for the trout seem to think that it is the very thing they have been looking for all day, and rise at it two at a time. They fish downwards; and after killing half-a-dozen half-pound fish, come to a place where another stream joins the first, making it double its original size, and here there is a great oak-root jutting into a large deep pool. The Vicar stands back, intensely excited. This is a sure place for a big fish. The Major, eager but cool, stoops down and puts his flies in just above the root at once; not as a greenhorn would, taking a few wide casts over the pool first, thereby standing a chance of hooking a little fish, and ruining his chance for a big one; and at the second trial a deep-bodied brown fellow, about two pounds, dashes at the treacherous little blue, and gulps him down. Then what a to-do is there. The Vicar jumping about on the grass, giving all sorts of contradictory advice. The Major, utterly despairing of ever getting his fish ashore, fighting a losing battle with infinite courage, determined that the trout shall remember him, at all events, if he does get away. And the trout, furious and indignant, but not in the least frightened, trying vainly to get back to the old root. Was there ever such a fish? But the Major is the best man, for after ten minutes troutie is towed up on his side to a convenient shallow, and the Vicar puts on his spectacles to see him brought ashore. He scientifically pokes him in the flank, and spans him across the back, and pronounces EX CATHEDRA-- "You'll find, sir, there won't be a finer fish, take him all in all, killed in the parish this season." "Ah, it's a noble sport," says the Major. "I shan't get much more of it, I'm afraid." "Why shouldn't you?" "Well, I'll tell you," says the Major. "Do you know how much property I have got?" "No, indeed." "I have only ten thousand pounds; and how am I to bring up a family on the interest of that?" "I should fancy it was quite enough for you," said the Vicar; "you have only one son." "How many more am I likely to have, eh? And how should I look to find myself at sixty with five boys grown up, and only 300L. a-year?" "That is rather an extreme case," said the Vicar; "you would be poor then, certainly." "Just what I don't want to be. Besides wanting to make some money, I am leading an idle life here, and am getting very tired of it. And so--" he hesitated. "And
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