AN ANGLER'S PARADISE iii 



"And so you got your third fish all right?" I 

 interrupted. 



"Ay I we got the third fish aall right, — and 

 it wass a fery «<-rious thing, although the old 

 chentleman wass so foolish over the first fish, I 

 said to him, 'Well, well, I'll talc' a dram with ye 

 now, — for indeed I never saw any individual with 

 so much luck.'" 



" Oh I so you did have your dram with the poor 

 old boy after all." 



"Yes, yes, I took the dram after aall, — but it 

 did no good what-some-tonnyrate, for we got no 

 more fish thaat day." 



III.— A FIGHT FOR A LIFE 



It was in July, and rain had been falling for thirty 

 hours. It had commenced about breakfast time on 

 the previous morning, from the east ; and when 

 rain comes from the east in Glengarry, it generally 

 means continuing solidly for a couple of days. 



There was nothing for it but to remain quietly 

 at home finishing up some sketches, by the rather 

 obscure and blurred light which the small window 

 of the inn sitting-room afforded. 



