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The third day - continued
On the Trout
Chapter V
Piscator, Peter, Venator, Coridon
Piscator. Well met, brother Peter! I
heard you and a friend would lodge here to-night;
and that hath made me to bring my friend to
lodge here too. My friend is one that would
fain be a brother of the angle: he hath been
an angler but this day; and I have taught him
how to catch a Chub, by dapping with a grasshopper;
and the Chub he caught was a lusty one of nineteen
inches long. But pray, brother Peter, who is
your companion ?
Peter. Brother Piscator, my friend is
an honest countryman, and his name is Coridon;
and he is a downright witty companion, that
met me here purposely to be pleasant and eat
a Trout; and I have not yet wetted my line since
we met together: but I hope to fit him with
a Trout for his breakfast; for I'll be early
up.
Piscator. Nay, brother, you shall not
stay so long; for, look you! here is a Trout
will fill six reasonable bellies.
Come, hostess, dress it presently; and get us
what other meat the house will afford; and give
us some of your best barley-wine, the good liquor
that our honest forefathers did use to think
of; the drink which preserved their health,
and made them live so long, and to do so many
good deeds.
Peter. On my word, this Trout is perfect
in season. Come, I thank you, and here is a
hearty draught to you, and to all the brothers
of the angle wheresoever they be, and to my
young brother's good fortune to- morrow. I will
furnish him with a rod, if you will furnish
him with the rest of the tackling: we will set
him up, and make him a fisher. And I will tell
him one thing for his encouragement, that his
fortune hath made him happy to be scholar to
such a master; a master that knows as much,
both of the nature and breeding of fish, as
any man; and can also tell him as well how to
catch and cook them, from the Minnow to the
Salmon, as any that I ever met withal.
Piscator. Trust me, brother Peter, I
find my scholar to be so suitable to my own
humour, which is to be free and pleasant and
civilly merry, that my resolution is to hide
nothing that I know from him. Believe me, scholar,
this is my resolution; and so here's to you
a hearty draught, and to all that love us and
the honest art of Angling.
Venator. Trust me, good master, you shall
not sow your seed in barren ground; for I hope
to return you an increase answerable to your
hopes: but, however, you shall find me obedient,
and thankful, and serviceable to my best ability.
Piscator. 'Tis enough, honest scholar!
come, let's to supper. Come, my friend Coridon,
this Trout looks lovely; it was twenty-two inches
when it was taken; and the belly of it looked,
some part of it, as yellow as a marigold, and
part of it as white as a lily; and yet, methinks,
it looks better in this good sauce.
Coridon. Indeed, honest friend, it looks
well, and tastes well: I thank you for it, and
so doth my friend Peter, or else he is to blame.
Peter. Yes, and so I do; we all thank
you: and, when we have supped, I will get my
friend Coridon to sing you a song for requital.
Coridon. I will sing a song, if anybody
will sing another, else, to be plain with you,
I will sing none. I am none of those that sing
for meat, but for company: I say,
'"Tis merry in hall,
When men sing all."
Piscator. I'll promise you I'll sing
a song that was lately made, at my request,
by Mr. William Basse; one that hath made the
choice songs of the " Hunter in his Career,"
and of " Tom of Bedlam," and many others of
note; and this, that I will sing, is in praise
of Angling.
Coridon.> And then mine shall be the
praise of a Countryman's life. What will the
rest sing of?
Peter. I will promise you, I will sing
another song in praise of Angling to-morrow
night; for we will not part till then; but fish
to-morrow, and sup together: and the next day
every man leave fishing, and fall to his business.
Venator. Tis a match; and I will provide
you a song or a catch against then, too, which
shall give some addition of mirth to the company;
for we will be civil and as merry as beggars.
Piscator. Tis a match, my masters. Let's
e en say grace, and turn to the fire, drink
the other cup to whet our whistles, and so sing
away all sad thoughts. Come on, my masters,
who begins? I think it is best to draw cuts,
and avoid contention.
Peter. It is a match. Look, the shortest
cut falls to Coridon.
Coridon. Well, then, I will begin, for
I hate contention
Coridon's song.
Oh the sweet contentment
The countryman doth find!
Heigh trolollie lollie foe,
Heigh trolollie lee.
That quiet contemplation
Possesseth all my mind:
Then care away
And wend along with me.
For Courts are full of flattery,
As hath too oft been tried
Heigh trolollie lollie foe, etc.,
The city full of wantonness,
And both are full of pride:
Then care away, etc.
But oh, the honest countryman
Speaks truly from his heart
Heigh trolollie lollie foe, etc.
His pride is in his tillage,
His horses, and his cart:
Then care away, etc.
Our cloathing is good sheep-skins
Grey russet for our wives
Heigh trolollie lollie loe, etc.
'Tis warmth and not gay cloathing
That doth prolong our lives:
Then care away, etc.
The ploughman, tho' he labour hard,
Yet on the holy-day
Heigh trolollie lollie foe, etc.
No emperor so merrily
Does pass his time away:
Then care away, etc.
To recompense our tillage,
The heavens afford us showers
Heigh trolollie lollie foe, etc.
And for our sweet refreshment.
The earth affords us bowers:
Then care away, etc.
The cuckow and the nightingale
Full merrily do sing,
Heigh trolollie lollie foe, etc.
And with their pleasant roundelays
Bid welcome to the spring:
Then care away, etc.
This is not half the happiness
The countryman enjoys
Heigh trolollie lollie foe, etc.,
Though others think they have as much,
Yet he that says so lies:
Then come away,
Turn countrymen with me.
Jo. Chalkhill.,
Piscator. Well sung, Coridon, this song
was sung with mettle; and it was choicely fitted
to the occasion: I shall love you for it as
long as I know you. I would you were a brother
of the angle; for a companion that is cheerful,
and free from swearing and scurrilous discourse,
is worth gold. I love such mirth as does not
make friends ashamed to look upon one another
next morning; nor men, that cannot well bear
it, to repent the money they spend when they
be warmed with drink. And take this for a rule:
you may pick out such times and such companies,
that you make yourselves merrier for a little
than a great deal of money; for "'Tis the company
and not the charge that makes the feast "; and
such a companion you prove: I thank you for
it
But I will not compliment you out of the debt
that I owe you, and therefore I will begin my
song, and wish it may be so well liked.
The Angler's song.
As inward love breeds outward talk
The hound some praise, and some the hawk
Some, better pleas'd with private sport
Use tennis, some a mistress court:
But these delights I neither wish
Nor envy, while I freely fish.
Who hunts, doth oft in danger ride;
Who hawks, lures oft both far and wide
Who uses games shall often prove
A loser, but who falls in love,
Is fetter'd in fond Cupid's snare:
My angle breeds me no such care.
Of recreation there is none
So free as fishing is alone;
All other pastimes do no less
Than mind and body both possess:
My hand alone my work can do,
So I can fish and study too.
I care not, I, to fish in seas,
Fresh rivers best my mind do please,
Whose sweet calm course I contemplate,
And seek in life to imitate:
In civil bounds I fain would keep,
And for my past offences weep.
And when the timorous Trout I wait
To take, and he devours my bait,
How poor a thing, sometimes I find,
Will captivate a greedy mind:
And when none bite, I praise the wise
Whom vain allurements ne'er surprise.
But yet, though while I fish, I fast,
I make good fortune my repast;
And "hereunto my friend invite,
In whom I more than that delight:
Who is more welcome to my dish
Than to my angle was my fish.
As well content no prize to take,
As use of taken prize to make:
For so our Lord was pleased, when
He fishers made fishers of men;
Where, which is in no other game,
A man may fish and praise his name.
The first men that our Saviour dear
Did choose to wait upon him here,
Blest fishers were, and fish the last
Food was that he on earth did taste:
I therefore strive to follow those
Whom he to follow him hath chose.
W. B.
Coridon. Well sung, brother, you have
paid your debt in good coin. We anglers are
all beholden to the good man that made this
song: come, hostess, give us more ale, and let's
drink to him. And now let's every one go to
bed, that we may rise early: but first let's
pay our reckoning, for I will have nothing to
hinder me in the morning; for my purpose is
to prevent the sun-rising.
Peter. A match. Come, Coridon, you are
to be my bed-fellow. I know, brother, you and
your scholar will lie together. But where shall
we meet to-morrow night? for my friend Coridon
and I will go up the water towards Ware.
Piscator. And my scholar and I will go
down towards Waltham.
Coridon. Then let's meet here, for here
are fresh sheets that smell of lavender; and
I am sure we cannot expect better meat, or better
usage in any place.
Peter. 'Tis a match. Good-night to everybody.
Piscator. And so say I.
Venator. And so say I.
The fourth day
Piscator. Good-morrow, good hostess,
I see my brother Peter is still in bed. Come,
give my scholar and me a morning drink, and
a bit of meat to breakfast: and be sure to get
a dish of meat or two against supper, for we
shall come home as hungry as hawks. Come, scholar,
let's be going.
Venator. Well now, good master, as we
walk towards the river, give me direction, according
to your promise, how I shall fish for a Trout.
Piscator. My honest scholar, I will take
this very convenient opportunity to do it.
The Trout is usually caught with a worm, or
a minnow, which some call a peek, or with a
fly, viz. either a natural or an artificial
fly: concerning which three, I will give you
some observations and directions.
And, first, for worms. Of these there be very
many sorts: some breed only in the earth, as
the earth-worm; others of, or amongst plants,
as the dug-worm; and others breed either out
of excrements, or in the bodies of living creatures,
as in the horns of sheep or deer; or some of
dead flesh, as the maggot or gentle, and others.
Now these be most of them particularly good
for particular fishes. But for the Trout, the
dew-worm, which some also call the lob-worm,
and the brandling, are the chief; and especially
the first for a great Trout, and the latter
for a less. There be also of lob-worms, some
called squirrel-tails, a worm that has a red
head, a streak down the back, and a broad tail,
which are noted to be the best, because they
are the toughest and most lively, and live longest
in the water; for you are to know that a dead
worm is but a dead bait, and like to catch nothing,
compared to a lively, quick, stirring worm.
And for a brandling, he is usually found in
an old dunghill, or some very rotten place near
to it, but most usually in cow-dung, or hog's-dung,
rather than horse-dung, which is somewhat too
hot and dry for that worm. But the best of them
are to be found in the bark of the tanners,
which they cast up in heaps after they have
used it about their leather.
There are also divers other kinds of worms,
which, for colour and shape, alter even as the
ground out of which they are got; as the marsh-
worm, the tag-tail, the flag-worm, the dock-worm,
the oak-worm, the gilt-tail, the twachel or
lob-worm, which of all others is the most excellent
bait for a salmon, and too many to name, even
as many sorts as some think there be of several
herbs or shrubs, or of several kinds of birds
in the air: of which I shall say no more, but
tell you, that what worms soever you fish with,
are the better for being well scoured, that
is, long kept before they be used: and in case
you have not been so provident, then the way
to cleanse and scour them quickly, is, to put
them all night in water, if they be lob-worms,
and then put them into your bag with fennel.
But you must not put your brandlings above an
hour in water, and then put them into fennel,
for sudden use: but if you have time, and purpose
to keep them long, then they be best preserved
in an earthen pot, with good store of moss,
which is to be fresh every three or four days
in summer, and every week or eight days in winter;
or, at least, the moss taken from them, and
clean washed, and wrung betwixt your hands till
it be dry, and then put it to them again. And
when your worms, especially the brandling, begins
to be sick and lose of his bigness, then you
may recover him, by putting a little milk or
cream, about a spoonful in a day, into them,
by drops on the moss; and if there be added
to the cream an egg beaten and boiled in it,
then it will both fatten and preserve them long.
And note, that when the knot, which is near
to the middle of the brandling, begins to swell,
then he is sick; and, if he be not well looked
to, is near dying. And for moss, you are to
note, that there be divers kinds of it, which
I could name to you, but I will only tell you
that that which is likest a buck's-horn is the
best, except it be soft white moss, which grows
on some heaths, and is hard to be found. And
note, that in a very dry time, when you are
put to an extremity for worms, walnut-tree leaves
squeezed into water, or salt in water, to make
it bitter or salt, and then that water poured
on the ground where you shall see worms are
used to rise in the night, will make them to
appear above ground presently. And you may take
notice, some say that camphire put into your
bag with your moss and worms gives them a strong
and so tempting a smell, that the fish fare
the worse and you the better for it.
And now, I shall shew you how to bait your hook
with a worm so as shall prevent you from much
trouble, and the loss of many a hook, too, when
you fish for a Trout with a running line; that
is to say, when you fish for him by hand at
the ground. I will direct you in this as plainly
as I can, that you may not mistake.
Suppose it be a big lob-worm: put your hook
into him somewhat above the middle, and out
again a little below the middle: having so done,
draw your worm above the arming of your hook;
but note, that, at the entering of your hook,
it must not be at the head-end of the worm,
but at the tail-end of him, that the point of
your hook may come out toward the head-end;
and, having drawn him above the arming of your
hook, then put the point of your hook again
into the very head of the worm, till it come
near to the place where the point of the hook
first came out, and then draw back that part
of the worm that was above the shank or arming
of your hook, and so fish with it. And if you
mean to fish with two worms, then put the second
on before you turn back the hook's- head of
the first worm. You cannot lose above two or
three worms before you attain to what I direct
you; and having attained it, you will find it
very useful, and thank me for it: for you will
run on the ground without tangling.
Now for the Minnow or Penk: he is not easily
found and caught till March, or in April, for
then he appears first in the river; nature having
taught him to shelter and hide himself, in the
winter, in ditches that be near to the river;
and there both to hide, and keep himself warm,
in the mud, or in the weeds, which rot not so
soon as in a running river, in which place if
he were in winter, the distempered floods that
are usually in that season would suffer him
to take no rest, but carry him headlong to mills
and weirs, to his confusion. And of these Minnows:
first, you are to know, that the biggest size
is not the best; and next, that the middle size
and the whitest are the best; and then you are
to know, that your minnow must be so put on
your hook, that it must turn round when 'tis
drawn against the stream; and, that it may turn
nimbly, you must put it on a big-sized hook,
as I shall now direct you, which is thus: Put
your hook in at his mouth, and out at his gill;
then, having drawn your hook two or three inches
beyond or through his gill, put it again into
his mouth, and the point and beard out at his
tail; and then tie the hook and his tail about,
very neatly, with a white thread, which will
make it the apter to turn quick in the water;
that done, pull back that part of your line
which was slack when you did put your hook into
the minnow the second time; I say, pull that
part of your line back, so that it shall fasten
the head, so that the body of the minnow shall
be almost straight on your hook: this done,
try how it will turn, by drawing it across the
water or against a stream; and if it do not
turn nimbly, then turn the tail a little to
the right or left hand, and try again, till
it turn quick; for if not, you are in danger
to catch nothing: for know, that it is impossible
that it should turn too quick. And you are yet
to know, that in case you want a minnow, then
a small loach, or a stickle-bag, or any other
small fish that will turn quick, will serve
as well. And you are yet to know that you may
salt them, and by that means keep them ready
and fit for use three or four days, or longer;
and that, of salt, bay-salt is the best.
And here let me tell you, what many old anglers
know right well, that at some times, and in
some waters, a minnow is not to be got; and
therefore, let me tell you, I have, which I
will shew to you, an artificial minnow, that
will catch a Trout as well as an artificial
fly: and it was made by a handsome woman that
had a fine hand, and a live minnow lying by
her: the mould or body of the minnow was cloth,
and wrought upon, or over it, thus, with a needle;
the back of it with very sad French green silk,
and paler green silk towards the belly, shadowed
as perfectly as you can imagine, just as you
see a minnow: the belly was wrought also with
a needle, and it was, a part of it, white silk;
and another part of it with silver thread: the
tail and fins were of a quill, which was shaven
thin: the eyes were of two little black beads:
and the head was so shadowed, and all of it
so curiously wrought, and so exactly dissembled,
that it would beguile any sharp-sighted Trout
in a swift stream. And this minnow I will now
shew you; look, here it is, and, if you like
it, lend it you, to have two or three made by
it; for they be easily carried about an angler,
and be of excellent use: for note, that a large
Trout will come as fiercely at a minnow as the
highest-mettled hawk doth seize on a partridge,
or a greyhound on a hare. I have been told that
one hundred and sixty minnows have been found
in a Trout's belly: either the Trout had devoured
so many, or the miller that gave it a friend
of mine had forced them down his throat after
he had taken him.
Now for Flies; which is the third bait wherewith
Trouts are usually taken. You are to know, that
there are so many sorts of flies as there be
of fruits: I will name you but some of them;
as the dun-fly, the stone- fly, the red-fly,
the moor-fly, the tawny-fly, the shell-fly,
the cloudy or blackish-fly, the flag-fly, the
vine-fly; there be of flies, caterpillars, and
canker-flies, and bear-flies; and indeed too
many either for me to name, or for you to remember.
And their breeding is so various and wonderful,
that I might easily amaze myself, and tire you
in a relation of them.
And, yet, I will exercise your promised patience
by saying a little of the caterpillar, or the
palmer-fly or worm; that by them you may guess
what a work it were, in a discourse, but to
run over those very many flies, worms, and little
living creatures, with which the sun and summer
adorn and beautify the river-banks and meadows,
both for the recreation and contemplation of
us anglers; pleasures which, I think, myself
enjoy more than any other man that is not of
my profession.
Pliny holds an opinion, that many have their
birth, or being, from a dew that in the spring
falls upon the leaves of trees; and that some
kinds of them are from a dew left upon herbs
or flowers; and others from a dew left upon
coleworts or cabbages: all which kinds of dews
being thickened and condensed, are by the sun's
generative heat, most of them, hatched, and
in three days made living creatures. and these
of several shapes and colours; some being hard
and tough, some smooth and soft; some are horned
in their head, some in their tail, some have
none; some have hair, some none: some have sixteen
feet, some less, and some have none: but, as
our Topsel hath with great diligence observed,
those which have none, move upon the earth,
or upon broad leaves, their motion being not
unlike to the waves of the sea. Some of them
he also observes to be bred of the eggs of other
caterpillars, and that those in their time turn
to be butterflies; and again, that their eggs
turn the following year to be caterpillars And
some affirm, that every plant has its particular
fly or caterpillar, which it breeds and feeds.
I have seen, and may therefore affirm it, a
green caterpillar, or worm, as big as a small
peascod, which had fourteen legs; eight on the
belly, four under the neck, and two near the
tail. It was found on a hedge of privet; and
was taken thence, and put into a large box,
and a little branch or two of privet put to
it, on which I saw it feed as sharply as a dog
gnaws a bone: it lived thus, five or six days,
and thrived, and changed the colour two or three
times but by some neglect in the keeper of it,
it then died and did not turn to a fly: but
if it had lived, it had doubtless turned to
one of those flies that some call Flies of prey,
which those that walk by the rivers may, in
summer, see fasten on smaller flies, and, I
think, make them their food. And 'tis observable,
that as there be these flies of prey, which
be very large; so there be others, very little,
created, I think, only to feed them, and breed
out of I know not what; whose life, they say,
nature intended not to exceed an hour; and yet
that life is thus made shorter by other flies,
or accident.
'Tis endless to tell you what the curious searchers
into nature's productions have observed of these
worms and flies: but yet I shall tell you what
Aldrovandus, our Topsel, and others, say of
the Palmer-worm, or Caterpillar: that whereas
others content themselves to feed on particular
herbs or leaves; for most think, those very
leaves that gave them life and shape, give them
a particular feeding and nourishment, and that
upon them they usually abide; yet he observes,
that this is called a pilgrim, or palmer-worm,
for his very wandering life, and various food;
not contenting himself, as others do, with any
one certain place for his abode, nor any certain
kind of herb or flower for his feeding, but
will boldly and disorderly wander up and down,
and not endure to be kept to a diet, or fixt
to a particular place.
Nay, the very colours of caterpillars are, as
one has observed, very elegant and beautiful
I shall, for a taste of the rest, describe one
of them; which I will, some time the next month,
shew you feeding on a willow-tree; and you shall
find him punctually to answer this very description:
his lips and mouth somewhat yellow; his eyes
black as jet; his forehead purple; his feet
and hinder parts green; his tail two-forked
and black; the whole body stained with a kind
of red spots, which run along the neck and shoulder-blade,
not unlike the form of St. Andrew's cross, or
the letter X, made thus crosswise, and a white
line drawn down his back to his tail; all which
add much beauty to his whole body. And it is
to me observable, that at a fixed age this caterpillar
gives over to eat, and towards winter comes
to be covered over with a strange shell or crust,
called an aurelia; and so lives a kind of dead
life, without eating all the winter. And as
others of several kinds turn to be several kinds
of flies and vermin, the Spring following; so
this caterpillar then turns to be a painted
butterfly.
Come, come, my scholar, you see the river stops
our morning walk: and I will also here stop
my discourse: only as we sit down under this
honeysuckle hedge, whilst I look a line to fit
the rod that our brother Peter hath lent you,
I shall, for a little confirmation of what I
have said, repeat the observation of Du Bartas:
God, not contented to each kind to give
And to infuse the virtue generative,
Made, by his wisdom, many creatures breed
Of lifeless bodies. without Venus' deed.
So, the cold humour breeds the Salamander,
Who, in effect, like to her birth's commander,
With child with hundred winters, with her touch
Quencheth the fire, tho'glowing ne'er so much.
So of the fire, in burning furnace, springs
The fly Pyrausta with the flaming wings:
Without the fire, it dies: within it joys,
Living in that which each shine else destroys.
So, slow Boôtes underneath him sees
In th' icy isles those goslings hatch'd of trees;
Whose fruitful leaves, falling into the water,
Are turn'd, they say, to living fowls soon after.
So, rotten sides of broken ships do change
To barnacles. O transformation strange!
'Twas first a green tree; then, a gallant hull;
Lately a mushroom; now, a flying gull.
Venator. O my good master, this morning-walk
has been spent to my great pleasure and wonder:
but, I pray, when shall I have your direction
how to make artificial flies, like to those
that the Trout loves best; and, also, how to
use them ?
Piscator. My honest scholar, it is now
past five of the clock: we will fish till nine;
and then go to breakfast. Go you to yonder sycamore-tree,
and hide your bottle of drink under the hollow
root of it; for about that time, and in that
place, we will make a brave breakfast with a
piece of powdered beef, and a radish or two,
that I have in my fish bag: we shall, I warrant
you, make a good, honest, wholesome hungry breakfast.
And I will then give you direction for the making
and using of your flies: and in the meantime,
there is your rod and line; and my advice is,
that you fish as you see me do, and let's try
which can catch the first fish.
Venator. I thank you, master. I will
observe and practice your direction as far as
I am able.
Piscator. Look you, scholar; you see
I have hold of a good fish: I now see it is
a Trout.
I pray, put that net under him; and touch not
my line, for if you do, then we break all. Well
done, scholar: I thank you.
Now for another. Trust me, I have another bite.
Come, scholar, come lay down your rod, and help
me to land this as you did the other. So now
we shall be sure to have a good dish of fish
for supper.
Venator. I am glad of that: but I have
no fortune: sure, master, yours is a better
rod and better tackling.
Piscator. Nay, then, take mine; and I
will fish with yours. Look you, scholar, I have
another. Come, do as you did before. And now
I have a bite at another. Oh me! he has broke
all: there's half a line and a good hook lost.
Venator. Ay, and a good Trout too.
Piscator. Nay, the Trout is not lost;
for pray take notice, no man can lose what he
never had.
Venator. Master, I can neither catch
with the first nor second angle: I have no fortune.
Piscator. Look you, scholar, I have yet
another. And now, having caught three brace
of Trouts, I will tell you a short tale as we
walk towards our breakfast. A scholar, a preacher
I should say, that was to preach to procure
the approbation of a parish that he might be
their lecturer, had got from his fellow-pupil
the copy of a sermon that was first preached
with great commendation by him that composed
it: and though the borrower of it preached it,
word for word, as it was at first, yet it was
utterly disliked as it was preached by the second
to his congregation, which the sermon-borrower
complained of to the lender of it: and was thus
answered: " I lent you, indeed, my fiddle, but
not my fiddle-stick; for you are to know, that
every one cannot make musick with my words,
which are fitted for my own mouth". And so,
my scholar, you are to know, that as the ill
pronunciation or ill accenting of words in a
sermon spoils it, so the ill carriage of your
line, or not fishing even to a foot in a right
place, makes you lose your labour: and you are
to know, that though you have my fiddle, that
is, my very rod and tacklings with which you
see I catch fish, yet you have not my fiddle-stick,
that is, you yet have not skill to know how
to carry your hand and line, nor how to guide
it to a right place: and this must be taught
you; for you are to remember, I told you Angling
is an art, either by practice or a long observation,
or both. But take this for a rule, When you
fish for a Trout with a worm, let your line
have so much, and not more lead than will fit
the stream in which you fish; that is to say,
more in a great troublesome stream than in a
smaller that is quieter; as near as may be,
so much as will sink the bait to the bottom,
and keep it still in motion, and not more.
But now, let's say grace, and fall to breakfast.
What say you, scholar, to the providence of
an old angler ? Does not this meat taste well?
and was not this place well chosen to eat it?
for this sycamore-tree will shade us from the
sun's heat.
Venator. All excellent good; and my stomach
excellent good, too. And now I remember, and
find that true which devout Lessius says, "
that poor men, and those that fast often, have
much more pleasure in eating than rich men,
and gluttons, that always feed before their
stomachs are empty of their last meat and call
for more; for by that means they rob themselves
of that pleasure that hunger brings to poor
men". And I do seriously approve of that saying
of yours, " that you had rather be a civil,
well-governed, well-grounded, temperate, poor
angler, than a drunken lord ": but I hope there
is none such. However, I am certain of this,
that I have been at many very costly dinners
that have not afforded me half the content that
this has done; for which I thank God and you.
And now, good master, proceed to your promised
direction for making and ordering my artificial
fly.
Piscator. My honest scholar, I will do
it; for it is a debt due unto you by my promise.
And because you shall not think yourself more
engaged to me than indeed you really are, I
will freely give you such directions as were
lately given to me by an ingenious brother of
the angle, an honest man, and a most excellent
fly-fisher.
You are to note, that there are twelve kinds
of artificial made Flies, to angle with upon
the top of the water. Note, by the way, that
the fittest season of using these is in a blustering
windy day, when the waters are so troubled that
the natural fly cannot be seen, or rest upon
them. The first is the dun-fly, in March: the
body is made of dun wool; the wings, of the
partridge's feathers. The second is another
dun-fly: the body, of black wool; and the wings
made of the black drake's feathers, and of the
feathers under his tail. The third is the stone-fly,
in April: the body is made of black wool; made
yellow under the wings and under the tail, and
so made with wings of the drake. The fourth
is the ruddy-fly, in the beginning of May: the
body made of red wool, wrapt about with black
silk; and the feathers are the wings of the
drake; with the feathers of a red capon also,
which hang dangling on his sides next to the
tail. The fifth is the yellow or greenish fly,
in May likewise: the body made of yellow wool;
and the wings made of the red cock's hackle
or tail. The sixth is the black-fly, in May
also: the body made of black wool, and lapt
about with the herle of a peacock's tail: the
wings are made of the wings of a brown capon,
with his blue feathers in his head. The seventh
is the sad yellow-fly in June: the body is made
of black wool, with a yellow list on either
side; and the wings taken off the wings of a
buzzard, bound with black braked hemp. The eighth
is the moorish-fly; made, with the body, of
duskish wool; and the wings made of the blackish
mail of the drake. The ninth is the t-fly-fly,
good until the middle of June: the body made
of tawny wool; the wings made contrary one against
the other, made of the whitish mail of the wild
drake. The tenth is the wasp-fly in July; the
body made of black wool, lapt about with yellow
silk; the wings made of the feathers of the
drake, or of the buzzard. The eleventh is the
shell-fly, good in mid-July: the body made of
greenish wool, lapt about with the herle of
a peacock's tail: and the wings made of the
wings of the buzzard. The twelfth is the dark
drake- fly, good in August: the body made with
black wool, lapt about with black silk; his
wings are made with the mail of the black drake,
with a black head. Thus have you a jury of flies,
likely to betray and condemn all the Trouts
in the river.
I shall next give you some other directions
for fly-fishing, such as are given by Mr. Thomas
Barker, a gentleman that hath spent much time
in fishing: but I shall do it with a little
variation.
First, let your rod be light, and very gentle:
I take the best to be of two pieces. And let
not your line exceed, especially for three or
four links next to the hook, I say, not exceed
three or four hairs at the most; though you
may fish a little stronger above, in the upper
part of your line: but if you can attain to
angle with one hair, you shall have more rises,
and catch more fish. Now you must be sure not
to cumber yourself with too long a line, as
most do. And before you begin to angle, cast
to have the wind on your back; and the sun,
if it shines, to be before you; and to fish
down the stream; and carry the point or top
of your rod downward, by which means the shadow
of yourself and rod too, will be the least offensive
to the fish, for the sight of any shade amazes
the fish, and spoils your sport, of which you
must take great care.
In the middle of March, till which time a man
should not in honesty catch a Trout; or in April,
it the weather be dark, or a little windy or
cloudy; the best fishing is with the palmer-worm,
of which I last spoke to you; but of these there
be divers kinds, or at least of divers colours:
these and the May-fly are the ground of all
fly-angling: which are to be thus made:
First, you must arm your hook with the line,
in the inside of it: then take your scissors,
and cut so much of a brown mallard's feather
as, in your own reason, will make the wings
of it, you having, withal, regard to the bigness
or littleness of your hook; then lay the outmost
part of your feather next to your hook; then
the point of your feather next the shank of
your hook, and, having so done, whip it three
or four times about the hook with the same silk
with which your hook was armed; and having made
the silk fast, take the hackle of a cock or
capon's neck, or a plover's top, which is usually
better: take off the one side of the feather,
and then take the hackle, silk or crewel, gold
or silver thread; make these fast at the bent
of the hook, that is to say, below your arming;
then you must take the hackle, the silver or
gold thread, and work it up to the wings, shifting
or still removing your finger as you turn the
silk about the hook, and still looking, at every
stop or turn, that your gold, or what materials
soever you make your fly of, do lie right and
neatly; and if you find they do so, then when
you have made the head, make all fast: and then
work your hackle up to the head, and make that
fast: and then, with a needle, or pin, divide
the wing into two; and then, with the arming
silk, whip it about cross-ways betwixt the wings:
and then with your thumb you must turn the point
of the feather towards the bent of the hook;
and then work three or four times about the
shank of the hook; and then view the proportion;
and if all be neat, and to your liking, fasten.
I confess, no direction can be given to make
a man of a dull capacity able to make a fly
well: and yet I know this, with a little practice,
will help an ingenious angler in a good degree.
But to see a fly made by an artist in that kind,
is the best teaching to make it. And, then,
an ingenious angler may walk by the river, and
mark what flies fall on the water that day;
and catch one of them, if he sees the Trouts
leap at a fly of that kind: and then having
always hooks ready-hung with him, and having
a bag always with him, with bear's hair, or
the hair of a brown or sad-coloured heifer,
hackles of a cock or capon, several coloured
silk and crewel to make the body of the fly,
the feathers of a drake's head, black or brown
sheep's wool, or hog's wool, or hair, thread
of gold and of silver; silk of several colours,
especially sad-coloured, to make the fly's head:
and there be also other coloured feathers, both
of little birds and of speckled fowl: I say,
having those with him in a bag, and trying to
make a fly, though he miss at first, yet shall
he at last hit it better, even to such a perfection
as none can well teach him And if he hit to
make his fly right, and have the luck to hit,
also, where there is store of Trouts, a dark
day, and a right wind, he will catch such store
of them, as will encourage him to grow more
and more in love with the art of fly- making.
Venator. But, my loving master, if any
wind will not serve, then I wish I were in Lapland,
to buy a good wind of one of the honest witches,
that sell so many winds there, and so cheap.
Piscator. Marry, scholar, but I would
not be there, nor indeed from under this tree;
for look how it begins to rain, and by the clouds,
if I mistake not, we shall presently have a
smoking shower, and therefore sit close; this
sycamore-tree will shelter us: and I will tell
you, as they shall come into my mind, more observations
of fly-fishing for a Trout.
But first for the wind: you are to take notice
that of the winds the south wind is said to
be best. One observes, that
when the wind is south,
It blows your bait into a fish's mouth.
Next to that, the west wind is believed to be
the best: and having told you that the east
wind is the worst, I need not tell you which
wind is the best in the third degree: and yet,
as Solomon observes, that " he that considers
the wind shall never sow "; so he that busies
his head too much about them, if the weather
be not made extreme cold by an east wind, shall
be a little superstitious: for as it is observed
by some, that " there is no good horse of a
bad colour"; so I have observed, that if it
be a cloudy day, and not extreme cold, let the
wind sit in what corner it will and do its worst,
I heed it not. And yet take this for a rule,
that I would willingly fish, standing on the
lee-shore: and you are to take notice, that
the fish lies or swims nearer the bottom, and
in deeper water, in winter than in summer; and
also nearer the bottom in any cold day, and
then gets nearest the lee-side of the water.
But I promised to tell you more of the Fly-fishing
for a Trout; which I may have time enough to
do, for you see it rains May butter. First for
a Mayfly: you may make his body with greenish-coloured
crewel, or willowish colour; darkening it in
most places with waxed silk; or ribbed with
black hair; or, some of them, ribbed with silver
thread; and such wings, for the colour, as you
see the fly to have at that season, nay, at
that very day on the water. Or you may make
the Oak-fly: with an orange, tawny, and black
ground; and the brown of a mallard's feather
for the wings. And you are to know, that these
two are most excellent flies, that is, the May-fly
and the Oak-fly.
And let me again tell you, that you keep as
far from the water as you can possibly, whether
you fish with a fly or worm; and fish down the
stream. And when you fish with a fly, if it
be possible, let no part of your line touch
the water, but your fly only; and be still moving
your fly upon the water, or casting it into
the water, you yourself being also always moving
down the stream.
Mr. Barker commends several sorts of the palmer-flies;
not only those ribbed with silver and gold,
but others that have their bodies all made of
black; or some with red, and a red hackle. You
may also make the Hawthorn-fly: which is all
black, and not big, but very small, the smaller
the better. Or the oak-fly, the body of which
is orange colour and black crewel, with a brown
wing. Or a fly made with a peacock's feather
is excellent in a bright day: you must be sure
you want not in your magazine-bag the peacock's
feather; and grounds of such wool and crewel
as will make the grasshopper. And note, that
usually the smallest flies are the best; and
note also, that the light fly does usually make
most sport in a dark day, and the darkest and
least fly in a bright or clear day: and lastly
note, that you are to repair upon any occasion
to your magazine-bag: and upon any occasion,
vary and make them lighter or sadder, according
to your fancy, or the day.
And now I shall tell you, that the fishing with
a natural-fly is excellent, and affords much
pleasure. They may be found thus: the May-fly,
usually in and about that month, near to the
river-side, especially against rain: the Oak-fly,
on the butt or body of an oak or ash, from the
beginning of May to the end of August; it is
a brownish fly and easy to be so found, and
stands usually with his head downward, that
is to say, towards the root of the tree: the
small black-fly, or Hawthorn-fly, is to be had
on any hawthorn bush after the leaves be come
forth. With these and a short line, as I shewed
to angle for a Chub, you may cape or cop, and
also with a grasshopper, behind a tree, or in
any deep hole; still making it to move on the
top of the water as if it were alive, and still
keeping yourself out of sight, you shall certainly
have sport if there be Trouts; yea, in a hot
day, but especially in the evening of a hot
day, you will have sport.
And now, scholar, my direction for fly-fishing
is ended with this shower, for it has done raining.
And now look about you, and see how pleasantly
that meadow looks; nay, and the earth smells
so sweetly too. Come let me tell you what holy
Mr. Herbert says of such days and flowers as
these, and then we will thank God that we enjoy
them, and walk to the river and sit down quietly,
and try to catch the other place of Trouts.
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky,
Sweet dews shall weep thy fall to-night,
For thou must die.
Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave,
Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye,
Thy root is ever in its grave,
And thou must die.
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie;
My music shews you have your closes,
And all must die.
Only a sweet and virtuous soul,
Like season'd timber, never gives,
But when the whole world turns to coal,
Then chiefly lives.
Venator. I thank you, good master, for
your good direction for fly- fishing, and for
the sweet enjoyment of the pleasant day, which
is so far spent without offence to God or man:
and I thank you for the sweet close of your
discourse with Mr. Herbert's verses; who, I
have heard, loved angling; and I do the rather
believe it, because he had a spirit suitable
to anglers, and to those primitive Christians
that you love, and have so much commended.
Piscator. Well, my loving scholar, and
I am pleased to know that you are so well pleased
with my direction and discourse.
And since you like these verses of Mr. Herbert's
so well, let me tell you what a reverend and
learned divine that professes to imitate him,
and has indeed done so most excellently, hath
writ of our book of Common Prayer; which I know
you will like the better, because he is a friend
of mine, and I am sure no enemy to angling.
What ! Pray'r by th' book ? and Common ? Yes;
Why not ?
The spirit of grace
And supplication
Is not left free alone
For time and place,
But manner too: to read, or speak, by rote,
Is all alike to him that prays,
In's heart. what with his mouth he says.
They that in private, by themselves alone,
Do pray, may take
What liberty they please,
In chusing of the ways
Wherein to make
Their soul's most intimate affections known
To him that sees in secret, when
Th' are most conceal'd from other men.
But he, that unto others leads the way
In public prayer,
Should do it so,
As all, that hear, may know
They need not fear
To tune their hearts unto his tongue, and say
Amen; not doubt they were betray'd
To blaspheme, when they meant to have pray'd.
Devotion will add life unto the letter:
And why should not
That, which authority
Prescribes, esteemed be
Advantage got ?
If th' prayer be good, the commoner the better,
Prayer in the Church's words, as well
As sense, of all prayers bears the bell.
And now, scholar, I think it will be time to
repair to our angle-rods, which we left in the
water to fish for themselves; and you shall
choose which shall be yours; and it is an even
lay, one of them catches.
And, let me tell you, this kind of fishing with
a dead rod, and laying night-hooks, are like
putting money to use; for they both work for
the owners when they do nothing but sleep, or
eat, or rejoice, as you know we have done this
last hour, and sat as quietly and as free from
cares under this sycamore, as Virgil's Tityrus
and his Meliboeus did under their broad beech-tree.
No life, my honest scholar, no life so happy
and so pleasant as the life of a well-governed
angler; for when the lawyer is swallowed up
with business, and the statesman is preventing
or contriving plots, then we sit on cowslip-banks,
hear the birds sing, and possess ourselves in
as much quietness as these silent silver streams,
which we now see glide so quietly by us. Indeed,
my good scholar, we may say of angling, as Dr.
Boteler said of strawberries, " Doubtless God
could have made a better berry, but doubtless
God never did "; and so, if I might be judge,
God never did make a more calm, quiet, innocent
recreation than angling.
I'll tell you, scholar; when I sat last on this
primrose-bank, and looked down these meadows,
I thought of them as Charles the emperor did
of the city of Florence: " That they were too
pleasant to be looked on, but only on holy-days
". As I then sat on this very grass, I turned
my present thoughts into verse: 'twas a Wish,
which I'll repeat to you:-
The Angler's wish.
I in these flowery meads would be:
These crystal streams should solace me;
To whose harmonious bubbling noise
I with my Angle would rejoice:
Sit here, and see the turtle-dove
Court his chaste mate to acts of love:
Or, on that bank, feel the west wind
Breathe health and plenty: please my mind,
To see sweet dew-drops kiss these flowers,
And then washed off by April showers:
Here, hear my Kenna sing a song;
There. see a blackbird feed her young.
Or a leverock build her nest:
Here, give my weary spirits rest,
And raise my low-pitch'd thoughts above
Earth, or what poor mortals love:
Thus, free from law-suits and the noise
Of princes' courts, I would rejoice:
Or, with my Bryan, and a book,
Loiter long days near Shawford-brook;
There sit by him, and eat my meat,
There see the sun both rise and set:
There bid good morning to next day;There meditate
my time away,
And Angle on; and beg to have
A quiet passage to a welcome grave.
When I had ended this composure, I left this
place, and saw a brother of the angle sit under
that honeysuckle hedge, one that will prove
worth your acquaintance. I sat down by him,
and presently we met with an accidental piece
of merriment, which I will relate to you, for
it rains still.
On the other side of this very hedge sat a gang
of gypsies; and near to them sat a gang of beggars.
The gypsies were then to divide all the money
that had been got that week, either by stealing
linen or poultry, or by fortune-telling or legerdemain,
or, indeed, by any other sleights and secrets
belonging to their mysterious government. And
the sum that was got that week proved to be
but twenty and some odd shillings. The odd money
was agreed to be distributed amongst the poor
of their own corporation: and for the remaining
twenty shillings, that was to be divided unto
four gentlemen gypsies, according to their several
degrees in their commonwealth. And the first
or chiefest gypsy was, by consent, to have a
third part of the twenty shillings, which all
men know is 6s. 8d. The second was to have a
fourth part of the 20s., which all men know
to be 5s. The third was to have a fifth part
of the 20s., which all men know to be 4s. The
fourth and last gypsy was to have a sixth part
of the 20s., which all men know to be 3s. 4d.
As for example,
3 times 6s. 8d. are 20s.
And so is 4 times 5s. are 20s.
And so is 5 times 4s. are 20s.
And so is 6 times 3s. 4d. are 20s.
And yet he that divided the money was so very
a gypsy, that though he gave to every one these
said sums, yet he kept one shilling of it for
himself
| As, for example, |
s. d. |
| |
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6 8
5 0
4 0
3 4
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| make but . . . . . . |
19 0 |
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But now you shall know, that when the four gypsies
saw that he had got one shilling by dividing
the money, though not one of them knew any reason
to demand more, yet, like lords and courtiers,
every gypsy envied him that was the gainer;
and wrangled with him; and every one said the
remaining shilling belonged to him; and so they
fell to so high a contest about it, as none
that knows the faithfulness of one gypsy to
another will easily believe; only we that have
lived these last twenty years are certain that
money has been able to do much mischief. However,
the gypsies were too wise to go to law, and
did therefore choose their choice friends Rook
and Shark, and our late English Gusman, to be
their arbitrators and umpires. And so they left
this honeysuckle hedge; and went to tell fortunes
and cheat, and get more money and lodging in
the next village.
When these were gone, we heard as high a contention
amongst the beggars, whether it was easiest
to rip a cloak, or to unrip a cloak ? One beggar
affirmed it was all one: but that was denied,
by asking her, If doing and undoing were all
one? Then another said, 'twas easiest to unrip
a cloak; for that was to let it alone: but she
was answered, by asking her, how she unript
it if she let it alone ? and she confess herself
mistaken. These and twenty such like questions
were proposed and answered, with as much beggarly
logick and earnestness as was ever heard to
proceed from the mouth of the pertinacious schismatick;
and sometimes all the beggars, whose number
was neither more nor less than the poets' nine
muses, talked all together about this ripping
and unripping; and so loud, that not one heard
what the other said: but, at last, one beggar
craved audience; and told them that old father
Clause, whom Ben Jonson, in his Beggar's Bush,
created King of their corporation, was to lodge
at an ale-house, called " Catch-her-by-the-
way," not far from Waltham Cross, and in the
high road towards London; and he therefore desired
them to spend no more time about that and such
like questions, but refer all to father Clause
at night, for he was an upright judge, and in
the meantime draw cuts, what song should be
next sung, and who should sing it. They all
agreed to the motion; and the lot fell to her
that was the youngest, and veriest virgin of
the company. And she sung Frank Davison's song,
which he made forty years ago; and all the others
of the company joined to sing the burthen with
her. The ditty was this; but first the burthen:
Bright shines the sun; play, Beggars, play;
Here's scraps enough to serve to-day.
What noise of viols is so sweet,
As when our merry clappers ring ?
What mirth doth want where Beggars meet ?
A Beggar's life is for a King.
Eat, drink, and play, sleep when we list
Go where we will, so stocks be mist.
Bright shines the sun; play, Beggars, play,
Here's scraps enough to serve to-day.
The world is ours, and ours alone;
For we alone have world at will
We purchase not, all is our own;
Both fields and streets we Beggars fill.
Nor care to get, nor fear to keep,
Did ever break a Beggar's sleep,
Play, Beggars, play; play, Beggars, play;
Here's scraps enough to serve to-day.
A hundred head of black and white
Upon our gowns securely feed If any dare his
master bite
He dies therefore, as sure as creed.
Thus Beggars lord it as they please;
And only Beggars live at ease.
Bright shines the sun; play, Beggars, play;
Here's scraps enough to serve to-day.
Venator. I thank you, good master, for
this piece of merriment, and this song, which
was well humoured by the maker, and well remembered
by you.
Piscator. But, I pray, forget not the
catch which you promised to make against night;
for our countryman, honest Coridon, will expect
your catch, and my song, which I must be forced
to patch up, for it is so long since I learnt
it, that I have forgot a part of it. But, come,
now it hath done raining, let's stretch our
legs a little in a gentle walk to the river,
and try what interest our angles will pay us
for lending them so long to be used by the Trouts;
lent them indeed, like usurers, for our profit
and their destruction.
Venator. Oh me! look you, master, a fish!
a fish! Oh, alas, master, I have lost her.
Piscator. Ay marry, Sir, that was a good
fish indeed: if I had had the luck to have taken
up that rod, then 'tis twenty to one he should
not have broken my line by running to the rod's
end, as you suffered him. I would have held
him within the bent of my rod, unless he had
been fellow to the great Trout that is near
an ell long, which was of such a length and
depth, that he had his picture drawn, and now
is to be seen at mine host Rickabie's, at the
George in Ware, and it may be, by giving that
very great Trout the rod, that is, by casting
it to him into the water, I might have caught
him at the long run, for so I use always to
do when I meet with an over-grown fish; and
you will learn to do so too, hereafter, for
I tell you, scholar, fishing is an art, or,
at least, it is an art to catch fish.
Venator. But, master, I have heard that
the great Trout you speak of is a Salmon.
Piscator. Trust me, scholar, I know not
what to say to it. There are many country people
that believe hares change sexes every year:
and there be very many learned men think so
too, for in their dissecting them they find
many reasons to incline them to that belief.
And to make the wonder seem yet less, that hares
change sexes, note that Dr. Mer. Casaubon affirms,
in his book " Of credible and incredible things,"
that Gasper Peucerus, a learned physician, tells
us of a people that once a year turn wolves,
partly in shape, and partly in conditions. And
so, whether this were a Salmon when he came
into fresh water, and his not returning into
the sea hath altered him to another colour or
kind, I am not able to say; but I am certain
he hath all the signs of being a Trout, both
for his shape, colour, and spots; and yet many
think he is not.
Venator. But, master, will this Trout
which I had hold of die ? for it is like he
hath the hook in his belly.
Piscator. I will tell you, scholar, that
unless the hook be fast in his very gorge, 'tis
more than probable he will live, and a little
time, with the help of the water, will rust
the hook, and it will in time wear away, as
the gravel doth in the horse-hoof, which only
leaves a false quarter.
And now, scholar, let's go to my rod. Look you,
scholar, I have a fish too, but it proves a
logger-headed Chub: and this is not much amiss,
for this will pleasure some poor body, as we
go to our lodging to meet our brother Peter
and honest Coridon. Come, now bait your hook
again, and lay it into the water, for it rains
again; and we will even retire to the Sycamore-tree,
and there I will give you more directions concerning
fishing, for I would fain make you an artist.
Venator. Yes, good master, I pray let
it be so.
Piscator. Well, scholar, now that we
are sate down and are at ease, I shall tell
you a little more of Trout-fishing, before I
speak of the Salmon, which I purpose shall be
next, and then of the Pike or Luce.
You are to know, there is night as well as day
fishing for a Trout; and that, in the night,
the best Trouts come out of their holes. And
the manner of taking them is on the top of the
water with a great lob or garden-worm, or rather
two, which you are to fish with in a stream
where the waters run somewhat quietly, for in
a stream the bait will not be so well discerned.
I say, in a quiet or dead place, near to some
swift, there draw your bait over the top of
the water, to and fro, and if there be a good
Trout in the hole, he will take it, especially
if the night be dark, for then he is bold, and
lies near the top of the water, watching the
motion of any frog or water-rat, or mouse, that
swims betwixt him and the sky; these he hunts
after, if he sees the water but wrinkle or move
in one of these dead holes, where these great
old Trouts usually lie, near to their holds;
for you are to note, that the great old Trout
is both subtle and fearful, and lies close all
day, and does not usually stir out of his hold,
but lies in it as close in the day as the timorous
hare does in her form; for the chief feeding
of either is seldom in the day, but usually
in the night, and then the great Trout feeds
very boldly.
And you must fish for him with a strong line,
and not a little hook; and let him have time
to gorge your hook, for he does not usually
forsake it, as he oft will in the day-fishing.
And if the night be not dark, then fish so with
an artificial fly of a light colour, and at
the snap: nay, he will sometimes rise at a dead
mouse, or a piece of cloth, or anything that
seems to swim across the water, or to be in
motion. This is a choice way, but I have not
oft used it, because it is void of the pleasures
that such days as these, that we two now enjoy,
afford an angler
And you are to know, that in Hampshire, which
I think exceeds all England for swift, shallow,
clear, pleasant brooks, and store of Trouts,
they used to catch Trouts in the night, by the
light of a torch or straw, which, when they
have discovered, they strike with a Trout-spear,
or other ways. This kind of way they catch very
many: but I would not believe it till I was
an eye-witness of it, nor do I like it now I
have seen it.
Venator. But, master, do not Trouts see
us in the night?
Piscator. Yes, and hear, and smell too,
both then and in the day-time: for Gesner observes,
the Otter smells a fish forty furlongs off him
in the water: and that it may be true, seems
to be affirmed by Sir Francis Bacon, in the
eighth century of his Natural History, who there
proves that waters may be the medium of sounds,
by demonstrating it thus: " That if you knock
two stones together very deep under the water,
those that stand on a bank near to that place
may hear the noise without any diminution of
it by the water " . He also offers the like
experiment concerning the letting an anchor
fall, by a very long cable or rope, on a rock,
or the sand, within the sea. And this being
so well observed and demonstrated as it is by
that learned man, has made me to believe that
Eels unbed themselves and stir at the noise
of thunder, and not only, as some think, by
the motion or stirring of the earth which is
occasioned by that thunder.
And this reason of Sir Francis Bacon has made
me crave pardon of one that I laughed at for
affirming that he knew Carps come to a certain
place, in a pond, to be fed at the ringing of
a bell or the beating of a drum. And, however,
it shall be a rule for me to make as little
noise as I can when I am fishing, until Sir
Francis Bacon be confuted, which I shall give
any man leave to do.
And lest you may think him singular in this
opinion, I will tell you, this seems to be believed
by our learned Doctor Hakewill, who in his Apology
of God's power and providence, quotes Pliny
to report that one of the emperors had particular
fish-ponds, and, in them, several fish that
appeared and came when they were called by their
particular names. And St. James tells us, that
all things in the sea have been tamed by mankind.
And Pliny tells us, that Antonia, the wife of
Drusus, had a Lamprey at whose gills she hung
jewels or ear-rings; and that others have been
so tender-hearted as to shed tears at the death
of fishes which they have kept and loved. And
these observations, which will to most hearers
seem wonderful, seem to have a further confirmation
from Martial, who writes thus:-
Piscator, fuge; ne nocens, etc.
Angler ! would'st thou be guiltless ? then forbear;
For these are sacred fishes that swim here,
Who know their sovereign, and will lick his
hand,
Than which none's greater in the world's command;
Nay more they've names, and, when they called
are,
Do to their several owner's call repair.
All the further use that I shall make of this
shall be, to advise anglers to be patient, and
forbear swearing, lest they be heard, and catch
no fish.
And so I shall proceed next to tell you, it
is certain that certain fields near Leominster,
a town in Herefordshire, are observed to make
the sheep that graze upon them more fat than
the next, and also to bear finer wool; that
is to say, that that year in which they feed
in such a particular pasture, they shall yield
finer wool than they did that year before they
came to feed in it; and coarser, again, if they
shall return to their former pasture; and, again,
return to a finer wool, being fed in the fine
wool ground: which I tell you, that you may
the better believe that I am certain, if I catch
a Trout in one meadow, he shall be white and
faint, and very like to be lousy; and, as certainly,
it I catch a Trout in the next meadow, he shall
be strong, and red, and lusty, and much better
meat Trust me, scholar, I have caught many a
Trout in a particular meadow, that the very
shape and the enamelled colour of him hath been
such as hath joyed me to look on him: and I
have then, with much pleasure, concluded with
Solomon, "Everything is beautiful in his season".
I should, by promise, speak next of the Salmon;
but I will, by your favour, say a little of
the Umber or Grayling; which is so like a Trout
for his shape and feeding, that I desire I may
exercise your patience with a short discourse
of him; and then, the next shall be of the Salmon.
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