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upward pool, where the yellow trout were so 

 officious, had been twice tried with varied lure. 

 It had scarcely rested an hour, still I could not 

 resist a third attempt with the crow 7 - wing. At the 

 throat of the stream, W 7 here I had so shortly before 

 taken especial pains with this same fly, up came 

 the salmon, sucked down the hook, and was firm 

 and fast. It made a fine run, and when landed 

 was nearly 10 lb., and clear as silver. 



The homeward water was tried with equal 

 pains and change of fly, but there was not another 

 offer all day. In passing the cottages the shoe- 

 maker prophet of evil met us on the road with 

 "Whaur's the salmon?" in English. Mac, who 

 espied him at a distance, had slyly slung the 

 bag out of sight. He replied, with a grin, " In 

 the bag," and nodded over his shoulder. " So ye 

 hae," was the rejoinder; "atweel, I wudna hae 

 thocht." 



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In some rivers, such as Spey, where salmon 

 are constantly moving, the second fisher has 

 nearly as good a chance as the first, and a man 

 may often hook a salmon in a pool which shortly 

 before he had drawn blank. Such rivers, how- 



