AN ANGLER'S PARADISE 115 



sprung up from the west. There was a dull 

 roaring of many waters, like the distant sound of 

 breakers on an iron-bound coast, and the swollen 

 burns looked like rivulets of cream coursing their 

 tortuous way down the mountain-sides. 



"We'll go to Loch Poulary, Ronald, but never 

 mind about the trolling rod." 



"Yes, yes, the fly-rod will do. But indeed I've 

 got some parrs if you would be trying for a 

 fairack." 



" No," I said, " never mind about the parr, 

 we haven't much time, we won't bother about 

 trolling." 



Glengarry lies east and west, a fact that leaves 

 an impression upon the minds of those dwelling in 

 the valley ; for when they leave their houses they 

 travel either in the one direction or the other. They 

 say, "Aweel, I'll just be steppin' west," or "I'll be 

 movin' east ; " and old Anderson even went so far as 

 to remark, when he changed his position from the 

 one stone bench in front of the inn to the other — 

 " I'll just be seatin' mysell west." But indeed it 

 is usual for Scotsmen at all times to mentally carry 

 with them the points of the compass. I remember 

 hearing in my youth of a Scots carpenter, brought. 



