This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1878 Excerpt: ...swims down this side of the island, and one in particular at the foot of the first hawthorn bush, has a famous reputation. At this spot some few years ago I took an excellent basket of fish, several running over a pound. And here, again, chub seek the shelter of the overhanging bushes and the deep quiet water. I ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1878 Excerpt: ...swims down this side of the island, and one in particular at the foot of the first hawthorn bush, has a famous reputation. At this spot some few years ago I took an excellent basket of fish, several running over a pound. And here, again, chub seek the shelter of the overhanging bushes and the deep quiet water. I believe that Mr. Tagg has lately made arrangements with some one whose name I do not at the moment recollect, but who knows the water thoroughly, to look after the requirements of visitors to the island, and this little fact may be worthy of mention. Hampton Deeps, higher up the river towards the Mill, are famous for their bream fishing, and for the jack that hang about the quiet secluded nooks to be found on either side of the stream. A fish of this latter class, and weighing twenty-seven and a half pounds, was taken by one of Milbourne's customers last season, 1877. As the visitor runs into the railway station he sees to the left hand of the line an extremely picturesque mill pool, with a foaming cascade that tumbles with rapid flood over the dam. This is the main stream of the "sullen Mole," so often the subject of the poet's pen, and no wonder, for I know of no stream where one may wander, following its tortuous, winding course, that presents more charming, delightful views at almost every step than does this little river. Here at the Mill Pool it is a broad, powerful stream; anon, as one follows its course through the meadows one finds it a mere rivulet, almost narrow enough to jump over; then it ripples and flashes over a gravelly bed with pleasant murmur like children's laughter; next instant into a deep, sullen, gloomy-looking pool, across which the overhanging trees throw heavy shadows, dark as night; in some places lit up by a lo...
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