124 ANGLING & ART IN SCOTLAND 



time to see the monster throw himself out of water 

 on the farther side of the boat. For a moment I 

 judged it to be another salmon ; but no, it was 

 my old enemy, who had taken a circle under the 

 water, and who was now once more displaying 

 his agility. 



That was too much for the worn and harassed 

 tackle to stand. The line, in a complete bow, had 

 to pull against the whole weight of the enclosed 

 water, and the gut gave way. 



What has become of that noble fish who made 

 such a splendid fight for his life? Perhaps at a 

 future time he fell a victim to the nets, when no 

 amount of strength could save him. One would 

 like to know if he still, at stated periods, ascends 

 the river Garry, and swims through its fascinating 

 waters with ever-increasing knowledge. One would 

 no longer wish that he should be ensnared by the 

 wiles of man, but that he should be pensioned off 

 as a hoary veteran who had earned the right to 

 disport himself unmolested before the hungry eyes 

 of the angler roaming along the river bank. 



The good " red-and-teal " had snapped off at the 

 neck. Who knows but if the cast had been changed 

 there might have been a different tale to tell ; — a 



