66 THE BOEDER ANGLER. 



annum for the water, and have, in addition to the 

 salmon-fishings, a right of shooting over some ground 

 in the neighbourhood. Hitherto they have slain more 

 kelts than clean salmon, however, only a very fa- 

 vourable flood ever bringing either the latter or any 



at intervals by members of the Club, and relate exclusively to 

 fishing. The volume is ably edited, and has a number of 

 capital illustrative etchings, also by members of the Club. We 

 may be pardoned for pilfering a specimen to grace our pages ; 

 it is from the pen of the late Mr. George Outram : 



THE SAUMON. 

 Tune" The Angel's Whisper." 



On Tweedside a-standin', 



With long rods our hands in, 

 In great hopes o' landin* a Sauraon were we ; 



I took up my station 



With much exultation, 

 While Morton fell a-fishin' farther doun upon the lea. 



Across the stream flowin' 



My line I fell a-throwin', 

 A sou'- wester bio win' right into my e'e; 



I jumpt when my hook on 



I felt something pookin' ; 

 But upon farther lookin', it proved to be a tree. 



Deep, deep the stream in, 



I saw his sides a-gleamin', 

 The King o' the Saumon, sae pleasantly lay he ; 



I thought he was sleepin', 



But upon farther peepin', 

 I saw by his teeth he was lauchin' at me. 



The flask frae my pocket 



I poured into the socket, 

 For I was provokit unto the last degree ; 



And to my way o' thinkin', 



There's naething for't but drinkin' 

 When a Saumon lies winkin' and lauchin' at me. 



There's a bend in the Tweed ere 



It mingles with the Leader, 

 Perchance you may see there a wide o'erspreading tree; 



That's a part o' the river 



That I'll retisit never 

 'Twas there that Scaly Buffer lay lauchin' at me. 



