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Venator. But, master, I have heard that the great Trout you speak
of is a
Salmon.
Piscator. Trust me, scholar, I know not what to say to it. There
are
many country people that believe hares change sexes every year:
and
there be very many learned men think so too, for in their dissecting
them they find many reasons to incline them to that belief. And
to make
the wonder seem yet less, that hares change sexes, note that Dr.
Mer.
Casaubon affirms, in his book " Of credible and incredible
things," that
Gasper Peucerus, a learned physician, tells us of a people that
once a
year turn wolves, partly in shape, and partly in conditions. And
so,
whether this were a Salmon when he came into fresh water, and
his not
returning into the sea hath altered him to another colour or kind,
I am
not able to say; but I am certain he hath all the signs of being
a Trout,
both for his shape, colour, and spots; and yet many think he is
not.
Venator. But, master, will this Trout which I had hold of die
? for it is
like he hath the hook in his belly.
Piscator. I will tell you, scholar, that unless the hook be fast
in his very
gorge, 'tis more than probable he will live, and a little time,
with the
help of the water, will rust the hook, and it will in time wear
away, as
the gravel doth in the horse-hoof, which only leaves a false quarter.
And now, scholar, let's go to my rod. Look you, scholar, I have
a fish
too, but it proves a logger-headed Chub: and this is not much
amiss, for
this will pleasure some poor body, as we go to our lodging to
meet our
brother Peter and honest Coridon. Come, now bait your hook again,
and
lay it into the water, for it rains again; and we will even retire
to the
Sycamore-tree, and there I will give you more directions concerning
fishing, for I would fain make you an artist.
Venator. Yes, good master, I pray let it be so.
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