NORTHERN MEMOIRS. 



Arn. Doubt it not ; for no sooner the boat 

 touched the sands, but as soon I committed my 

 person to the Lough, as calm and as smooth as 

 a sea of glass ; and so it continued, till the sun's 

 advance to climb the meridian ; but afterwards, 

 my fortunate success became unsuccessful, for 

 after his declination the scene was changed ; and 

 then my labours prov'd all abortive, for the beau- 

 tiful prospect of my morning's diversion was 

 changed and clowded with tragical conclusions. 

 It's true, I went ashore to refresh my self, in re- 

 gard a cold capon, and some other good provi- 

 sion was provided for me, and this noble man's 

 refreshment ; who sat down with me under the 

 shades of rocks, not far from the brink of this 

 Lough of Pitloil ; where we both eat and drank 

 together, till finding our selves sufficiently re-' 

 fresh'd ; and then I arose, and took leave of this 

 honourable peer ; so returned to the boat again, 

 to steer my former course, as also to observe what 

 interest the Lough would now afford me for 

 those hooks and lines I left behind me. 



But no sooner I had committed my self to the 

 boat, and rowed to the place where I left my 

 tackle, but on a sudden, and unexpectedly, I 

 was interrupted by the loud acclamations of some 

 on shore, that shouted and made signals, by beck 

 of hand, (because by this time I was almost out 

 of distance) advising my return ; which I no 



