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that you almost feared to walk under lest it 

 should fall and crush you ; Loch Vosimit, with 

 its rocks and little islands, the grandest loch I 

 ever threw line in ; and Loch Ulavat, with its 

 overlapping eagle's cliff and cavern; and all 

 three with such awful squalls that you had 

 hard work to hold on, particularly if standing 

 on a rock up to your knees in water, fighting a 

 salmon, or two big sea-trout on at the same 

 time. 



Oh, the happy, glorious days I passed in that 

 fairyland of fishing among the Harris lochs ! 

 No wonder the legs have felt and suffered for 

 it, and are stiff and feeble now, and call out, 

 "Hold! enough," as I stumble, and blunder, 

 and potter over fallows and stubbles. But the 

 dog has had his day, and, if he is used up, you 

 cannot take his day back from him, and he 

 will still whine and dream over it — ay, and more 

 than that, if I visit those parts again, which I 

 hope to do, I'll put a charge on the old legs, 

 and they shall carry me, God willing, another 

 season yet into those fine glens. 



A curious thing happened on one of those 

 long walks. I was returning from Loch 

 Vosimit, where I had been fishing one very 

 hot day, and narrowly escaped drowning, the 

 boat I was in choosing to fill with water and 



