TROUT FISHING IN MOUNTAIN STREAMS. 125 



We make our way home, lighted still by the setting sun. On 

 either side the sheep are bleating to the growing cold of evening, 

 as they make their way up the mountain-side for dryness and 

 shelter, as is their wont, while the shadows lengthen, and the kine 

 cross their path coming down towards the valley and the home- 

 stead and the byres. The signs of coming night warn us that our 

 day's sport is ended. 



