274 A YEAR OF SPORT AND NATURAL HISTORY. 



rod straightened, and all was over ! Only one of the double hooks 

 had entered the fish, and the strain had proven too much it had 

 broken clean off. 



Language not being equal to the occasion, both Jimmie and 

 I wisely held our peace ; indeed, several days passed before we 

 could discuss the episode with anything approaching equanimity. 

 We pulled ashore, the dog-cart soon turned up, and I returned 

 to Kelso, after one of the best day's salmon-fishing I ever had 

 on Tweed. 



