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If
ever
you
have
an
evening
to
spare
,
up
the
river
,
I
should
advise
you
to
drop
into
one
of
the
little
village
inns
,
and
take
a
seat
in
the
tap-room
.
You
will
be
nearly
sure
to
meet
one
or
two
old
rod-men
,
sipping
their
toddy
there
,
and
they
will
tell
you
enough
fishy
stories
,
in
half
an
hour
,
to
give
you
indigestion
for
a
month
.
George
and
I
--
I
do
n't
know
what
had
become
of
Harris
;
he
had
gone
out
and
had
a
shave
,
early
in
the
afternoon
,
and
had
then
come
back
and
spent
full
forty
minutes
in
pipeclaying
his
shoes
,
we
had
not
seen
him
since
--
George
and
I
,
therefore
,
and
the
dog
,
left
to
ourselves
,
went
for
a
walk
to
Wallingford
on
the
second
evening
,
and
,
coming
home
,
we
called
in
at
a
little
river-side
inn
,
for
a
rest
,
and
other
things
.
We
went
into
the
parlour
and
sat
down
.
There
was
an
old
fellow
there
,
smoking
a
long
clay
pipe
,
and
we
naturally
began
chatting
.
He
told
us
that
it
had
been
a
fine
day
today
,
and
we
told
him
that
it
had
been
a
fine
day
yesterday
,
and
then
we
all
told
each
other
that
we
thought
it
would
be
a
fine
day
tomorrow
;
and
George
said
the
crops
seemed
to
be
coming
up
nicely
.
After
that
it
came
out
,
somehow
or
other
,
that
we
were
strangers
in
the
neighbourhood
,
and
that
we
were
going
away
the
next
morning
.
Then
a
pause
ensued
in
the
conversation
,
during
which
our
eyes
wandered
round
the
room
.
They
finally
rested
upon
a
dusty
old
glass-case
,
fixed
very
high
up
above
the
chimney-piece
,
and
containing
a
trout
.
It
rather
fascinated
me
,
that
trout
;
it
was
such
a
monstrous
fish
.
In
fact
,
at
first
glance
,
I
thought
it
was
a
cod
.
"
Ah
!
"
said
the
old
gentleman
,
following
the
direction
of
my
gaze
,
"
fine
fellow
that
,
ai
n't
he
?
"
"
Quite
uncommon
,
"
I
murmured
;
and
George
asked
the
old
man
how
much
he
thought
it
weighed
.
"
Eighteen
pounds
six
ounces
,
"
said
our
friend
,
rising
and
taking
down
his
coat
.
"
Yes
,
"
he
continued
,
"
it
wur
sixteen
year
ago
,
come
the
third
o
'
next
month
,
that
I
landed
him
.
I
caught
him
just
below
the
bridge
with
a
minnow
.
They
told
me
he
wur
in
the
river
,
and
I
said
I
'd
have
him
,
and
so
I
did
.
You
do
n't
see
many
fish
that
size
about
here
now
,
I
'm
thinking
.
Good-night
,
gentlemen
,
good-night
.
"
