io8 ANGLING & ART IN SCOTLAND 



something of the same spirit, combined with the 

 most profound self-assurance. Angus spoke very 

 gently and slowly, with a soft Highland drawl, 

 most fascinating to listen to. I will try to repeat, 

 word for word as nearly as I can, an account he 

 once gave me of the incidents of a day's fishing 

 on Loch Poulary, which is interesting as showing 

 the length to which a Highland gillie may at 

 times override his employer. 



On the day in question Angus was fishing with 



a Mr. C , an elderly Scotsman — a genial little man 



of a mild and amiable temperament, who possessed 

 a fund of humorous stories. In the evening Mr. 



C returned with two magnificent specimens of 



sabno ferox, weighing respectively twelve and thir- 

 teen pounds. It was the consequent congratulations 

 bestowed upon Angus, when I met him on the fol- 

 lowing morning, that brought forth his measured 

 account of the events of the day. 



" Indeed — yes — sir! — they — were — fery — nice — 

 fish. But we should have had a better basket than 

 thaat. — Ay I — It wass this way, ye see : — It would be 

 about ten o'clock when I wass starting to row up 



the loch — and fery soon after C wass putting 



out the trolls — a fish cam' on one of the rods with 



