formerly always a tidy trout. And in under the alder bush below there may be anything up to five pounds. But there won't be.
Oh! the Mill pool used to be a great institution.
It is a great institution. For I will lash my poor old Hope yet again into activity. To-morrow I shall have no further use for her. For to-morrow we go away.
The Mill pool is a great institution. I declare it. I profess it. It is placed on the top of the water, which is the right situation for a Mill pool. It never fails. I say it never fails. It will not fail me to-night. It is inconceivable that the Mill pool should ever fail.
What though the Lower End lie dead and dull at ten o'clock? What though at midday the long withy-bed yield nothing but broken gut and filled waders? What though, by two, the Island has beaten a man, and the backwater above it by four, and the Slow Water by five, and the Bridge Reach by six, and Crab Hatch by seven, and the Crab backwater by eight, and the Two Meadows by nine. Hurry on to the Mill. A red sedge will do the trick yet. There is half an hour more of light, and the pool is in the very eye of the afterglow.
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