dace

Some of us thought they were making up to one another before Sir Dace died—when Ben was attending him.

He appeared to be cleaving a bunch of reeds to pounce on a dace, just as he had done once too often on that memorable day.

The Chub always liking their fly tied large, the Dace and Roach preferring theirs small.

Lasche—a small fish corresponding to our dace, and abundant in the Lake of Trasimene.

Well, one Sunday morning he was fishing as usual, and not a salmon had risen to him, his basket was bare of roach or dace.