Since my first meeting with Mr. Blennerhassett, I have never until to-day happened to find that peremptory gentleman by the riverside. I have not missed him. Such people do not add to the charm of the water-meadows. Living as I do on the very water, I am able to pick and choose my moments for angling, and seldom fish for more than a few hours each day. The Blennerhassett comes from a distance, and cannot always do that. It is scarcely odd, then, that in all this long time I have not encountered him. No, it is only fortunate.
To-day, however, as I sat on a hatch in the lower of the Two Meadows, with my feet in the water, digesting my breakfast and reflecting on the value of the kipper to trout-fishers, I was hailed from behind, and turning perceived Mr. Blennerhassett striding towards me. Next moment he towered above me, and the fish which I
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