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It is an awe-inspiring sight to watch a flood 

 from that bridge. How the river rushes and tumbles 

 through the centre arch ! One would think that no 

 living creature could fall in there and ever pass out 

 alive. Yet, I remember one year a dog, belonging to 

 the house where I was staying, a species of Airedale 

 terrier, overbalancing and falling from the parapet 

 when the river was almost up to the top of the arch ; 

 and he was picked up half-a-mile below, exhausted, 

 though still alive. 



There is a good hotel at Killin, where congregate 

 many anglers for the prosecution of the salmon fish- 

 ing on Loch Tay. It is cold work this trolling for 

 salmon in the early spring months, but good sport 

 not infrequently rewards the man who is persever- 

 ing, and does not object to sitting idle in a boat 

 all day. The trout fishing is also sometimes first- 

 rate, but Loch Tay is a very fickle loch — more so 

 than most. By that I mean that you may go out 

 many times and get very poor sport, while on cer- 

 tain favoured days, few and far between, excellent 

 baskets may be obtained — days when the fish seem 

 ready to rise at any fly which may come across 

 them. The trout, although of a good size and nice 

 in appearance, do not appear to be of so fine a 



