A PERTHSHIRE GLEN 205 



many years to Mr. Place of Loch Dochart House, 

 used to fish with more or less success. 



My first experience of Don Malloch, many years 

 ago, while staying with my brothers at the Crian- 

 larich Hotel, was decidedly entertaining. He was a 

 man of bulky appearance, but short in stature, wear- 

 ing knickerbockers which displayed his enormous 

 calves to advantage. His cast of countenance was 

 of rather an awe-inspiring type. His grey eyes, 

 overhung by shaggy eyebrows, were large and 

 heavily-lidded, and had that boiled appearance which 

 usually indicates frequent visitations to the whisky 

 bottle ; a deduction further borne out by the colour 

 and amplitude of his nose. The hair fell over his 

 collar in a deep fringe at the back, while long grey 

 locks were plastered across the top of his head to hide 

 the otherwise scantiness of growth, other locks de- 

 scending from above the ears to join forces with the 

 copious side-whiskers. Such is a general descrip- 

 tion of the appearance of this redoubtable keeper, 

 (would that I had a pen to describe him more 

 graphically !) — a man who was feared in the district ; 

 a stern disciplinarian, but one who looked well to 

 his master's interests. 



It was at the inn, after dinner one evening, that 



