But none of these manoeuvres captivated the wary old trout on whose acquisition the Corporal had set his heart; and what was especially provoking, the angler could see distinctly the dark outline of the intended victim, as it lay at the bottom,--like some well-regulated bachelor who eyes from afar the charms he has discreetly resolved to neglect.
The Corporal waited till he could no longer blind himself to the displeasing fact, that the violet-fly was wholly inefficacious; he then drew up his line, and replaced the contemned beauty of the violet-fly, with the novel attractions of the yellow-dun.
"Now, Sir!" whispered he, lifting up his finger, and nodding sagaciously to Walter.

Softly dropped the yellow-dun upon the water, and swiftly did it glide before the gaze of the latent trout; and now the trout seemed aroused from his apathy, behold he moved forward, balancing himself on his fins; now he slowly ascended towards the surface; you might see all the speckles of his coat;--the Corporal's heart stood still--he is now at a convenient distance from the yellow-dun; lo, he surveys it steadfastly; he ponders, he see-saws himself to and fro.

The yellow-dun sails away in affected indifference, that indifference whets the appetite of the hesitating gazer, he darts forward; he is opposite the yellow-dun,--he pushes his nose against it with an eager rudeness,--he--no, he does not bite, he recoils, he gazes again with surprise and suspicion on the little charmer; he fades back slowly into the deeper water, and then suddenly turning his tail towards the disappointed bait, he makes off as fast as he can,--yonder,--yonder, and disappears! No, that's he leaping yonder from the wave; Jupiter! what a noble fellow! What leaps he at ?--a real fly--"Damn his eyes!" growled the Corporal.
"You might have caught him with a minnow," said Walter, speaking for the first time.
"Minnow!" repeated the Corporal gruffly, "ask your honour's pardon.
Minnow!--I have fished with the yellow-dun these twenty years, and never knew it fail before.

Minnow!--baugh! But ask pardon; your honour is very welcome to fish with a minnow if you please it." "Thank you, Bunting.

And pray what sport have you had to-day ?" "Oh,--good, good," quoth the Corporal, snatching up his basket and closing the cover, lest the young Squire should pry into it.