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sake tlu'ir strong'liolds at ni<^lit and range over tlie shallows 

 in pursuit of food. A small hoy, " Tomni}^," from the 

 cahin close hy, who kills moie fish at this place than all 

 the other anglers j)ut together — wading to his armpits, 

 wielding his rod and casting his flies in the eddying waiter 

 and threading his way about the apron of the weir with 

 perfect safety — this wee gossoon has confided to me that 

 the big trout can only be caught by moonlight now. 

 Three pounders, and even four pounders, have been cap- 

 tured of late by " Tommy," whilst he counts his two j)ound 

 victims by the score — all taken by fly about nine in the 

 evening. This weir pool is a charming spot at any time, 

 hemmed in, as it is, by a pine wood on one side, and a high 

 belt of rocks on the other. A pleasant breeze gently ruffles 

 the surface of the stream, and the new moon sheds a gentle 

 light ujion the waters, reflecting in them the shadows of 

 the trees and rocks, whilst the soft music of the fall keeps 

 up a soothing lullaby. We have been waiting some time 

 for evidence that the trout were beginning to feed, and now 

 a circling ling here and there on the pool tells that supper 

 lias commenced. The tit-bit I furnish as my contribution 

 to the feast is a medium sized " Turkey Brown," tied on 

 the finest natural gut, and attached to a winch line long 

 enough to kill a salmon. I am a strong believer in fine 

 tackle. AVhether or not these wary old rascals are inclined 

 towards Turkey for a supper remains to be seen, but here 

 goes the line of invitation. A hungry half-])ounder is the 

 first to accept, and he pays the penalty with his life, then 

 several other victims follow, of three times the size, and 

 presently there comes a heavy tug and the winch is 

 whizzing like a tinker's grindstone, whilst a "whacker" 

 takes out line at racing speed, bending my little 10ft. rod 

 into a half-circle. Happily there are fifty yards of reel- 

 line on the winch, and before that limit has been reached, 

 the trout turns up stream, tugging deep down as all heavy 

 fish do, and then with a rush flinging himself into the air, 

 causing my good henchman to exclaim : " Oh ! the wicket 

 dievel ; him four poun' too !" My man was mistaken, the 

 ■fish had not broken me, and he was now bearing away for 



