ISO ANGLING & ART IN SCOTLAND 



than the minister saw, by the cold glance of severity 

 which flashed on him from Donald's blue eyes, 

 that he had uttered an indiscretion. 



"You don't mean to say, Mr. Marjoribanks," 

 replied Donald, " that you made any arrangements 

 for the fishing yesterday — on the Sabbath Day?" 



"Well, Donald," returned the unhappy divine, 



" I don't exactly see anything wrong in Mr. 



walking to the hotel with a fishing rod, even though 

 it did happen to be the Sabbath. I could hardly 

 ask him to get up to come to the early train in 

 order to give me the tackle this morning." 



" Och ! well, well ! " ejaculated Mr. M'Crae. " It 

 doesna matter — but it's a peety — ay, ay, they're 

 bonnie flies, — but man ! — we shall have no luck with 

 the salmon the day I " 



Whether the Sunday arrangements made any 

 difference or not, certain it was that the angler had 

 no sport ; and, later on in the day, he left the rod in 

 Mr. M'Crae's hands to see if /te could tempt a fish 

 to rise, meanwhile going for a walk up the hill- 

 side. On his return, the pedestrian found Donald 

 standing at the edge of a pool, with drooping 

 rod, examining his fly with an air of the deepest 

 dejection. 



