A LUCKY EASTEB HOLIDAY. l63 



whereas the angler would regard the stream, the gunner 

 would the wind, and possibly his march . 



As upon this occasion there were two of us, we 

 started with the bank fishing, our friend with that 

 from the boat ; but although we both did all we knew^ 

 neither got a touch or saw any signs of a fish, and as 

 the water was very thick we began to think that the 

 local advice would turn out sound after all, so we could 

 only console ourselves with the reflection that we 

 should have done no better had we remained in 

 quarters. 



By this time it was about half-past four and not a 

 fish showing, so we sat down behind a big whin-bush — • 

 for the wind was blowing cold — smoked the pipe of 

 peace and drank the whisky of Scotland. 



Getting tired of inactivity, just for a change our 

 brother angler took a turn at the wading, while we 

 jumped into the boat, and had fished carefully (giving 

 the fly plenty of time to sink in the thick water) down 

 to about halfway, when we at last were greeted with 

 the only form of handshake a fish can give, and, upon 

 responding with the rod, were pleased to find that 

 there was every probability of the acquaintance being 

 a lengthy one. 



He evidently was a good fish lured from " you big 

 stanes," and was not long in forming the plan of cam- 

 paign, as he at once took a long run straight down 

 stream, then stopped, and as we could not haul him up 

 we dropped the boat back to him, when off he went again, 



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