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himself, before he is finally deposited upon the 

 bank. 



My friend Mr. Marjoribanks, the well-known 

 minister of Stenton, than whom a keener angler 

 does not exist, tells an amusing anecdote of one 

 of the Dalmally fishermen, whom we will designate 

 as Donald M'Crae. Mr. Marjoribanks, who was 

 staying at the Loch Awe Hotel at the time — taking 

 the services at the church — had arranged with 

 M'Crae that he should accompany him for a day's 

 fishing on the Orchy, on the following Monday. 

 Not having his salmon tackle with him, he accepted 

 the loan of some from a friend living at Loch 

 Awe. The gentleman in question brought along 

 the rod, flies, &c., to the hotel on the Sunday 

 evening. The next morning, when the angler and 

 his gillie arrived at the river-side, the rod was put 

 together and the flies duly produced for inspection. 



"These are very honmejlzes, Mr. Marjoribanks," 

 said Donald, in his deep Highland voice. 



"Yes, Donald, they are very bonnie flies; the 



fact is, they belong to Mr. , and the rod and 



line too ; he brought them along to the hotel last 

 night, and kindly gave me the loan of them." 



No sooner were the words out of his mouth, 



