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had two rises in quick succession, but neither 

 fish would come a second time. A few yards 

 further on, where a little mountain streamlet 

 trickled into the lough, there was a good 

 bulging rise, and my patience was rewarded 

 by grassing a pretty three-quarter-pounder. 

 To cut a long story short, our afternoon and 

 evening's fishing totalled fourteen fish, the 

 lion's share, including the two biggest, being 

 landed by my friend's rod. 



Next morning, betimes, we started for 

 Sally Gap. It was a delightful morning, and 

 the old cock grouse were crowing all round 

 us. Now and again a wary old chap would 

 survey us from the top of a rock, and the 

 next instant he would speed away as fast 

 as his wings would carry him, Cuck cuck 

 cucking for all he was worth to let his 

 belongings know there was danger about. 

 We duly fetched our point, but having 

 a considerable distance to cover before 



