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flourishing deeps charm the angler, and enchant 

 the fish. Nay, I must tell you, that this Lough 

 Minever is plentifully stored with pike, that con- 

 tributes to the artist, the largest Lucit in Scot- 

 land ; on the skirts of whose rotten foundations, 

 there remain as yet the reliques of an ancient 

 castle, but so tatter'd and torn, and o're- grown 

 with age, that nothing is left on it now worthy 

 a description ; nay, probably in its flourishing 

 times there was but little to describe. 



A little more than a mile from this Lough 

 Minever, and nearer yet to the body of the 

 Highlands, Lough Torret tumbles down her ra- 

 pid streams that melt into a river, and is called 

 Glen-Torret; because, as I suppose, having its 

 original from the glen, and the craggy clifts and 

 tors to which it is espoused, where the angler 

 may accommodate himself with eel and trout ; 

 but for more varieties, he must fish somewhere 

 else. Beneath the descents of Torret, are the 

 swelling banks of Kelthy, in whose rocky bowels 

 the trouts shine yellow. 



Distant yet more north, and inclining west, 

 beyond this craggy Kelthy, there runs a rivulet 

 which the natives call Shaggy, the only rivulet 

 in Scotland for the contemplative angler; not 

 only by reason of the great quantity of trout it 

 contains ; nor is it because it's so narrowly be- 

 girt with delightful hills and flourishing trees, 



