text:  Round his hat were twined spare lines; on his back as Paris's quiver hung over his shoulder broad was suspended a fish-basket; an iron blade of a foot or so in length formed the end of his rod; and as if he had been afraid of the disciples of the gentle Rebecca he bore an instrument something between a Highland claymore and a reaping-hook; and as we looked on his accoutrements we thought we would not be a trout in such a neighbourhood on any consideration