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That, with the terrible worming the Tweed gets in 

 these autumnal floods, the trout fishing should be so 

 good is marvellous. The plentiful supply of suitable 

 food is one reason why the Tweed has not long been 

 ruined for this summer sport. The hatch of March 

 Browns in the early portion of the season is a sight not 

 to be imagined unless seen. All the summer through 

 insect life abounds, and I have seen in the middle of 

 October hatches of olive duns that would satisfy even 

 a Hampshire chalk streamer, while the trout were rising 

 at them beautifully on every hand. On one of the 

 flood days I strolled up and down Tweedside, and of 

 the dozen or so of anglers I encountered pottering about 

 with the worm, the majority had something like a 

 dozen trout in their baskets. On a day when Teviot 

 was cleared down to porter colour I met a young gentle- 

 man who had been fishing down with flies (the blue dun 

 and Greenwell were on the cast), and had filled his 

 basket. There were some fish of three-quarters and 

 half a pound, but the bulk were smaller. These trout 

 were not in good condition, for they spawn early in 

 these parts, but they were not so bad as one might 

 have supposed. 



But let us return to our salmon. While you are 

 trying to play your game of patience like a philosopher, 

 you will naturally make a superficial acquaintance with 

 such portions of the river as are accessible to a way- 

 farer, and if you have not seen it before you will speedily 

 understand why " she " (on Tweedside you always 

 hear the river referred to in the feminine gender) has 

 so many admirers, who pledge her in a life-long devo- 

 tion. It is indeed a winsome river, and the scenery, 

 never tame, is in many parts lovely. Where can there 

 be a more beautiful place than Sir Richard Waldie- 

 Griffith's park at Hendersyde, as it shows from the 



