This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1897 edition. Excerpt: ...fawn; they are rare, in this part of the country at least, and quite unlike their more brilliantly-attired cousins whose discordant note is so common in English woods: this pair was subsequently very skilfully skinned by the poacher; but I do not advise you to shoot such delicate little creatures with ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1897 edition. Excerpt: ...fawn; they are rare, in this part of the country at least, and quite unlike their more brilliantly-attired cousins whose discordant note is so common in English woods: this pair was subsequently very skilfully skinned by the poacher; but I do not advise you to shoot such delicate little creatures with No. 6, even at long range. When we were seated over the week-old newspapers after dinner, my wife happened to make the rare complaint that there were no more stockings to mend, so I suggested that she should embody her notion of the day's experiences in prose, if she was capable of the effort, so that we could compare two pictures of the same view created in the brains of two artists working independently; and this is what she produced: --" My husband laughed at me so dreadfully for not being able to catch anything with my new trout rod, that I made up my mind to consult the boatmen privately, induce them to give me what Mr. Wilton called ' the straight tip, ' when he was here, and then surprise everybody some fine day with a basket of fishes, ' part as yellow as a Marygold, and part as white as a Lily.' I knew it was easy enough when you learned just how it was done, like water-colour sketching, or crewel-work, but I felt that I had not yet acquired the knack. I used to go out with my husband in the evening sometimes, and whip the water for half an hour or so after his labour with the big rod was over; but it never resulted in my getting a rise out of anything except that long-suffering master. I came to the openly-expressed conclusion that there were no fish to catch, though it was provoking to see what a large river there was for them to lie in; but when I made this observation to old Mr. Jackson, who seems a very old-fashioned kind of...
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