Good-bye , trout . '' But the trout were so busy gobbling worms that they never turned to answer him ; so that Tom was spared the pain of bidding them farewell . And now , down the rushing stream , guided by the bright flashes of the storm ; past tall birch-fringed rocks , which shone out one moment as clear as day , and the next were dark as night ; past dark hovers under swirling banks , from which great trout rushed out on Tom , thinking him to be good to eat , and turned back sulkily , for the fairies sent them home again with a tremendous scolding , for daring to meddle with a water-baby ; on through narrow strids and roaring cataracts , where Tom was deafened and blinded for a moment by the rushing waters ; along deep reaches , where the white water - lilies tossed and flapped beneath the wind and hail ; past sleeping villages ; under dark bridge-arches , and away and away to the sea . And Tom could not stop , and did not care to stop ; he would see the great world below , and the salmon , and the breakers , and the wide wide sea . And when the daylight came , Tom found himself out in the salmon river . And what sort of a river was it ? Was it like an Irish stream , winding through the brown bogs , where the wild ducks squatter up from among the white water-lilies , and the curlews flit to and fro , crying `` Tullie-wheep , mind your sheep ; '' and Dennis tells you strange stories of the Peishtamore , the great bogy-snake which lies in the black peat pools , among the old pine-stems , and puts his head out at night to snap at the cattle as they come down to drink ? -- But you must not believe all that Dennis tells you , mind ; for if you ask him : `` Is there a salmon here , do you think , Dennis ? '' `` Is it salmon , thin , your honour manes ? Salmon ? Cartloads it is of thim , thin , an ' ridgmens , shouldthering ache out of water , av ' ye 'd but the luck to see thim . '' Then you fish the pool all over , and never get a rise . `` But there ca n't be a salmon here , Dennis ! and , if you 'll but think , if one had come up last tide , he 'd be gone to the higher pools by now . '' `` Shure thin , and your honour 's the thrue fisherman , and understands it all like a book . Why , ye spake as if ye 'd known the wather a thousand years ! As I said , how could there be a fish here at all , just now ? '' `` But you said just now they were shouldering each other out of water ? '' And then Dennis will look up at you with his handsome , sly , soft , sleepy , good-natured , untrustable , Irish gray eye , and answer with the prettiest smile : `` Shure , and did n't I think your honour would like a pleasant answer ? '' So you must not trust Dennis , because he is in the habit of giving pleasant answers : but , instead of being angry with him , you must remember that he is a poor Paddy , and knows no better ; so you must just burst out laughing ; and then he will burst out laughing too , and slave for you , and trot about after you , and show you good sport if he can -- for he is an affectionate fellow , and as fond of sport as you are -- and if he ca n't , tell you fibs instead , a hundred an hour ; and wonder all the while why poor ould Ireland does not prosper like England and Scotland , and some other places , where folk have taken up a ridiculous fancy that honesty is the best policy .
Or was it like a Welsh salmon river , which is remarkable chiefly -LRB- XXXXX least , till this last year -RRB- for containing no salmon , as they have been all poached out by the enlightened peasantry , to prevent the Cythrawl Sassenach -LRB- which means you , my little dear , your kith and kin , and signifies much the same as the Chinese Fan Quei -RRB- from coming bothering into Wales , with good tackle , and ready money , and civilisation , and common honesty , and other like things of which the Cymry stand in no need whatsoever ?
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