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hut it is hard if I cannot find something wrong in one 

 or other, when the event has proved that there must 

 be. It is too clear overhead, or there is a glare ni- 

 tric mist is lower than it ought to be ; but it will be 

 better presently. At last, when I reach my destination, 

 and find the dogcart waiting for me at Dunadd Bridge, 

 I determine that there must be more bad weather 

 coming, and that I may look forward to a real big 

 flood and a record day to compensate me for the 

 blank one, which after all has passed the time 

 pleasantly enough. 



Or take a day not so disappointing as the one 

 I have just described, because I never expected to 

 catch anything. There has been no rain, the sun is 

 shining and there is not even a strong breeze at 

 present, and the veriest tyro could see that there was 

 little chance, if any, of catching a salmon. What 

 then ! there is a magnetic attraction about the run- 

 ning water which somehow draws me to its banks. 

 It is so long since I have had a day's fishing that I 

 must wet a line and look at the pools, although I 

 know it is not much use. A trout rod will do all the 

 casting required, so I shall not have to break my back 

 or strain my arms ; and, with fine gut and small flics, 

 who knows but that the impossible may happen, as it 

 has done more than a few times in my experience ? 



