Come, then, you who want pleasant fishing-days without the waste of
time and trouble and expense involved in two hundred miles of railway
journey, and perhaps fifty more of highland road; and try what you
can see and do among the fish not sixty miles from town. Come to
pleasant country inns, where you can always get a good dinner; or,
better still, to pleasant country houses, where you can always get
good society; to rivers which will always fish, brimfull in the
longest droughts of summer, instead of being, as those mountain ones
are, very like a turnpike-road for three weeks, and then like bottled
porter for three days; to streams on which you have strong south-west
breezes for a week together on a clear fishing water, instead of
having, as on those mountain ones, foul rain spate as long as the
wind is south-west, and clearing water when the wind chops up to the
north, and the chill blast of 'Clarus Aquio' sends all the fish
shivering to the bottom; streams, in a word, where you may kill fish
(and large ones) four days out of five from April to October, instead
of having, as you will most probably in the mountain, just one day's
sport in the whole of your month's holiday.
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