Iowa voter. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1867-1874, 1873-10-09
A QUEER STORY.

/ WAS 0Snlng In the v one cola uay
in March To stand up to ones hips in
water on such day, welding ones rod
with benumbed fingers, shows one an en-
thusiastic lover of the gentle art And
such | was, and for once had got hold of
q good time The water was just the
right height and color, the wind was cold,
but not too cold for the trout, and blow
ing down the stream, raising nice curl
on the water, not strong enough to pre-
vent my throwing my fly right in the
teeth of it. was fishing up the river
from Glandwy, and every other cast l rose
good fish, and generally brought them
to basket. After 3 O'Clock they would
rise no more, and whip as would could
not stir fin.
was not sorry, then, when the next
reach of the river brought me in full view
rated the V, and which l knew car
town of Llanwyn. Thereupon emerged
on dry land, and taking off my wading
boots and fiinging them over my shoulder
lit my pipe and started at a smart pace on
my way to Llanwyn. | was very tired but
very happy, for had a good basket OF
fish, and my opportunities of fishing be-
ingly. After walking about mile, the
gloom of evening drawing on, and the
hills seeming to close in upon me in mys-
terious shadows, heard behind me the
beat of hoofs and the rattle of wheels, and
presently there overlook me spanking
mare, drawing dog wherein was
seated jolly-looking man. with broad,
gOOd-humOred face, wearing a brown
greatcoat. He pulled the mare up sharp
and shouted out:
eff you are going to Llanwyn I'll give
you liftr'
Nothing 10th, / scrambled into the dog
cart, whilst the mare executed pas seul
on her hind legs, and away we went. We
were soon at Llanwyn, a neutral tinted
Welsh village, consisting of a long street
of novels, big hotel, the Prince Level
Ign, jutting out into the middle thereof, a
rugged little church, dozen public
houses, and half dozen dissenting chap
els At the Prince Llewellyn my friend
pulled up.
"Come and have some beer. The home
brewed is capital. Dau glassiaa da caorw,
Annie darling" to the pretty Cambrian
waitress. The beer was really good; we
drank to our respective healths, after the
kindly Celtic fashion, and struck up a
friendship cemented by two other glasses
of "cuTaD'
Weagreed to dine together at six, and while
my friend, whose name found was Rob
erts, went to transact his business, took
a stroll around the town and called upon
the local fly maker, fisherman and barber
to talk over the fishing and lay in stock
of flies. l found myself at six, with an
excellent appetite, at the Prince Level
Ign. Mr.. Roberts was punctual, and we
did justice to the broiled trout, saddle OF
Welsh mutton, and grilled chicken, which
formed our repast, washed down by ia
nous home brewed ale. Dinner finished,
there being no other guests in the coffee
room, we lit our pipes, brewed some
whisky punch, and began to talk of fish
over the fire.
Roberts, found, was thorough fisher
man and naturalist, and keen sports
man. We discussed the merits of call the
streams which flow in Wales, of all the
flies which cock their tails" till we fin
ished sundry tumblers of punch.
"Do you know" said Roberts, "you re
mind me of a friend of mine SO much
really thought you were the very man
when came up to you on the road. Potts
his name was-Capt Potts-he was q
London man; perhaps you know him?'
"No, don't know him." said.
"Ah! he was one Of the Pottses who
smashed SO badly some years ago." said
my friend, indulging with loud guffaw
at thejoke.
"You remember the great failure of
Potts, Pumpkin & Cope, the bankers, of
course? Well, this Potts was a nephew
of old Potts-Sir Tim Potts, you know.
knew nothing Of this, though, when /
first saw young Potts. met him on the
river, fishing. He was good fisherman;
but you Englishmen don't often do much
on our rivers, and then go home and say
there are no fish in them. Well, l gave
him some wrinkles, which he profted by,
and we got to be fast friends. We've
nothing to do, SO draw up to the fire and
I'll tell you about Potts and myself.
always call it the merciful dealings of
Providence with John Roberts. You
shall hear:
lived in this town some ten years ago.
had just married, and lately commenced
practice as a solicitor. l had been arti-
cled here, spending The last year of my
time in London with Fudge s. FriZzleum
of LincOln's Inn, a great chancery and
agency firm, as dare say you know. My
old master, John Jones, was just dead,