2o8 ANGLING & ART IN SCOTLAND 



An unmistakably pleased gleam passed across 

 the ogre's countenance at this piece of subtle 

 flattery, as with his hand he smoothed into place 

 an odd strand of his flowing locks which manifested 

 an inclination to disorder. "A'll no be saying but 

 what ye're in the richts of it, but na, na! It 

 couldna be din ; — but as A was telling these 

 gentlemen here, if they had leeberty to fish Loch 

 Marachan and Loch Essan — there is no a 

 LOCH IN Scotland to tetch them ! ! " — this 

 last emphasised by a thump upon the table which 

 made the glasses jingle. " But losh ! it's dry wark 

 talking with naething to wet yer whustle" — and a 

 hand was projected towards the whisky bottle, from 

 which a copious joram found its way into his 

 tumbler — " not but what A s'ould be very glad to 

 tak' the gentlemen up to the lochs mysell, for as A 

 was saying " 



"Aweel then," interrupted the gallant Tam 

 Lambie, weaving about from side to side in peril- 

 ous fashion, "why do you no do it? A'm very 

 sure, gentlemen, that if any pairson can give ye a 

 bit of guid sporrt, there's no a body in the whole king- 

 dom could do it better than Mr. Don Malloch, for 

 he is indeed a very fine fisher — there's no a better 



