232 A Scottish Trout Stream. 



seen them, and what golden glories flit across it in 

 the sunset, while the deepening shadows of the hills, 



purple below, their summits touched with fire, repro- 

 duce themselves in these still depths. Some of the 

 most magnificent effects of light and shade we have 



ever seen were beheld on some of these Scottish lakes, 

 when, too, the mists were creeping round the moun- 

 tains, and the wind began to blow its trumpets, and 



