296 THE SALMON RIVERS OF SCOTLAND 



and the sizes are so graded, that at low tide the appearance is 

 very singular. The present line of the Little Gruinard seems 

 to be roughly that of a great glacier which flowed from the 

 upper end of Fionn Loch. As stated when dealing with the 

 Ewe district, the floor of the Fionn Loch, at least at its lower 

 end, is also paved with immense glacial boulders. The Little 

 Gruinard is about the same length as the larger stream, but its 

 course is much steeper, indeed nearly three times as steep, 

 and its waters are consequently much broken. It is practically 

 a spate river, and can only be fished successfully by one who 

 can reach it in the right condition. As a matter of fact, I 

 believe it is very little fished. The salmon manage to ascend 

 late to the loch at its head. A long, wide pool, a short distance 

 below the loch a pool which is practically a small loch is 

 fished at times from Lord Zetland's Lodge of Letterewe. 



THE DUNDONNELL RIVER OR STRATHBEG, 



which flows into Little Loch Broom, has a fishable course of 

 only about three miles, when a fall occurs. Below this the 

 gradient of the river is easy, and considerable numbers of 

 sea-trout ascend. The scenery is magnificent. Fishing is let 

 with Dundonnell shootings, and 10 to 30 salmon may be 

 expected, besides a number of sea-trout. 



RIVER EWE, LOCHS MAREE, CLARE, AND 

 COULIN 



No Fishery Board. Rights of Salmon Fishing all over District held by Sir Kenneth 

 Mackenzie of Gairloch, Bart. 



It is doubtful if any district in Scotland surpasses this for 

 grandeur, combined with a singular beauty. Seen under 

 almost any weather conditions the picturesqueness on every 

 hand is most striking. Let the rain pour in torrents, and the 

 bare buttresses of rock are covered with a filigree of cascades. 

 Let the mists wreathe the tops of the great mountain masses, 

 and the colours of the old red sandstone, the schists, and the 

 venerable gneiss only glow with greater intensity. Let the 

 wind lash Loch Maree into foam, it is in perfect harmony. 

 Let the sunshine play upon the wooded islets, and a vista of 



