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 Lkgends of the Mill. 152 clearly recollect is, that one summer afternoon some years ago I took my fishing-rod and strolled through the fields on the eastern side of the Akers river, on my way to the outlet of the Maridale lake. The bright air, the scent of the new-mown hay, the fragrance of the flowers, the singing of the birds, the walk and the fresh breezes from the river, greatly revived my spirits. When I came to the bridge by the outlet, the sun was sinking behind the ridge of the hills, at one moment lighting up the evening clouds with all his lustre, that they for a brief time might rejoice in their borrowed splendour and reflect themselves in the clear waters of the lake, and then for another brief moment breaking through the clouds and sending forth a ray of light, which formed golden paths in the dark pine-forests of the farther shore. After the hot day the evening breeze carried a refreshing fragrance from the pine-trees, and the distant expiring notes of the cuckoo's evening song dis posed the mmd to sadness. My eyes followed mechanically the drifting flies as thcy floated down the river with the stream. Evt look ! there rose a silvery fish ; the line ran whizzing off the reel, and v/hen I stopped it the rod stood bent into a hoop ; it must be a trout of about two pounds ! There was now no time for going into raptures about the fragrance of the pine-trees or the cuckoo's notes ; I wanted all my presence of mmd to land the fish. The current was strong and the fish fought bravely, and as I had no landing-nct I had to pay out more line, and wind in again twice or thrice, before I could bring him with the current into a small bay, where he was successfully landed and found to be a fine purple spotted fish of the size I had supposed. I went on trying for fish along the western bank down the river, but only small trout rose at my flies, and a score was the total catch. When I came to the saw-mill at Brække, the sky was overcast, it was already growing dark, only above the level of the north western horizon there appeared a streak of light, which threw a subdued glimmer on the tranquil surface of the mill-pond. I went out on the timber boom and made a few casts, but with little