Ah, you laugh at my bumble-bee, and it certainly is not like one, but the best I can do, and I find it a great bait for a chevin, if used with guile.

Take these two, Ralph, boy, and early some sunny morning go down behind the trees, where they overhang the stream, and don't show so much as your nose, let alone your shadow, for it would send them flying.

Then gently throw your fly." [Note: a chevin is a chub.] "How can you," said Ralph quickly, "with the boughs overhanging the water ?" "Good, lad! what I expected you to say; but there is where the guile comes in.

I don't want you to throw your fly into the water, but to let it drop on the leaves just above it, a few inches or a foot, and then shake the line tenderly, till the bee softly rolls off, and drops naturally from a leaf, hardly making a splash.

Then you'll find that there will be a dimple on the water, the smacking of two lips, and the chevin will have taken the bait.