ts to "'Brer rabbit."
Condemned to the solitude of a rude saeter, a hut in the most primitive
sense of the term, he must have furnished a capital example of the
English gentleman who forsakes the seductions of a London season and
the luxuries of a Piccadilly club for the sake of sport.

To be sure, in our case, this reverse is only part of fisherman's luck,
and we may be--and no doubt are--thankful that there was a fair
fortnight, to begin with, placed on the right side of the account.
Sport was, for various reasons, not by any means up to par, but we can,
on this miserable Sabbath day, in our comfortable hotel by the strong,
highly coloured river, count up a total of a trifle over 500 lb. to our
two rods in little more than a fortnight. These were mostly sea trout,
but of a lower average weight than is usual at this period of the
season, the run of heavy fish--anything from 6 lb. to 16 lb.--having
apparently taken place in July instead of August. The rule on this
river is first a run of big sea trout, then a run of smaller size, and,
lastly, a small run of bull trout, with occasional salmon throughout.
H. has had the best of the bag, but a few salmon and grilse on another
river gives me 244 lb. as my share.

My prettiest experience in the wet week was interesting. The river was
big and dirty, the rain most hearty. The prospects were so poor that
H. stuck to Anthony Trollope in the veranda. A thin piece of water on
the lower beat to my mind offered a remote chance for a sea trout, and
I was rowed down in a particular direct rainfall to it. The boatman
shook his head at the small Bulldog I put on; he would have preferred a
darker fly, salmon size. In a rough tumble of water over small
boulders, which were not a foot beneath the foam-headed waves, a fish
fastened, and the spin of the reel was shrill above the tumult of the
waters. The grilse rod was tested severely, as in truth were my arms
for a few minutes. The fish rushed forty yards down stream at express
speed, then dodged and fought right and left. By and by the clever
boatman got the boat through every variety of strong water to a landing
place, and in good time the fish came to the gaff, a splendid bull
trout of 10 lb. I wish some of my friends who are not satisfied upon
the bull trout question could have seen this dark, broadly-spotted,
burly fish, as it lay side by side with a silvery four-pound sea trout
that I had previously taken with the same fly