o8 A YEAR OF LIBERTY ; OR, 



up, hid the oars, and commenced fishing with a fly, I will try to 

 describe. Tip, silver twist ; tag, golden-yellow seal ; tail, topping, 

 bustard, mallard, and ruff ; body, brightest scarlet seal's fur ribbed 

 wibh silver ; shoulder, golden-yellow pig's wool and jay ; hackle, 

 scarlet ; wing, two feathers of the jungle cock, rich but light 

 sprigging, topping over all ; horns very long, crimson macaw. 



In the rocky pools of the lower part we had one shy rise, which 

 I thought was made by a spent fish, the rather as I had landed 

 one of these sick people just before. By and by we came to the 

 dismal swamp, where for some distance the river was as dead as a 

 canal, but not so wide deep, and black as ink ; but here, also, was 

 the part where we expected to succeed. 



After landing another spent fish and half a score of foul trout, 

 we struck a ten-pounder and killed him. 



I looked at Willie's face as he lifted our prize from the water, and 

 should not have recognised it. The salmon ran gallantly first up 

 and then down the river at a splendid pace ; of course w*e followed 

 in single file, up to our knees in slush, each man splashing his next 

 neighbour as far as was possible, till both became a deep maroon 

 colour. Had Tim and Willie been buried in the bog for a week, and 

 then dug up, they could scarcely have been more perfectly cased 

 with the solution of peat. 



Finding we could do no more in this horrible hole, we rubbed 

 ourselves as clean as we could with dry heather, and having thus 

 completed our toilet, commenced fishing back to the boat, killing on 

 the way the salmon I had risen some hours before, which proved a 

 small fresh one of 7lb. 



Many a time did we turn to look at the desolate Dunkerron moun* 

 tains, the birthplace of the Inny, and the cradle of Derriaiia and 

 Elaineane, and wonder whether Fortune or the rains would bring us 

 to either, late in the coming autumn. I have often spoken of our 

 boat and men ; to-day they were paid ; thirty shillings per week 

 for all ; but to this must be added whisky and lunch such is the 

 custom here. 



Mr. J. P. Nunn. proprietor of the Lake Hotel, is willing and quite 



