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able favourite. He was a mainland man, some- 

 where from Lochiel's country, and I christened 

 him " Lochiel." He was a very clever fellow, 

 and could do anything he liked. He was a 

 good walker, and knew a good deal more about 

 shooting than he cared to let you know. He 

 pretended never to have handled a gun, but he 

 could shoot very well. He had a good eye for 

 a deer, though he always professed ''being no 

 acquaint with them." He was the second best 

 fisherman I ever saw in my life. My old Davie 

 at Killarney was the best; but then I don't 

 think Cameron ever let any one know how well 

 he could fish, or how long a line he could throw. 

 He was a very good boatman, and held a boat 

 for fishing — a very great art — better than any- 

 one I have ever fished with, except the afore- 

 said old Davie. He was a very good carpenter, 

 and decidedly handy at anything. He was fond 

 of his pony and his dogs, and took good care 

 of them. But then he had a fault, and it was 

 a strange one. It was not whisky, it was not 

 temper ; but he passed his whole life thinking 

 and contriving how he could save himself 

 trouble and avoid doing any particular thing 

 that he knew must be done. He was a lazy 

 man, of great energy if he liked. Sandie, too, 

 came into my service about this time, as a 



