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wnen the hounds enter. This is the Linn. You 

 had better put your rod together outside, for there 

 is not overmuch space inside, and it is often a 

 difficult matter to put it together where the trees 

 grow close, and the top joint will catch in the 

 branches. 



It may seem a strange kind of day that we 

 have selected for an angling ramble. There are 

 many fishers who would laugh us to scorn for 

 sallying out with a rod this day, for it is a brilliant 

 blazing summer's day, and the water in the burn 

 is as clear as crystal. " No trout would look at 

 a fly on such a day." No, friend, but they will 

 look at a clean red worm if it be handled as we 

 mean to handle it. We intend to catch a fair 

 quantity of trout, clear as the water is and cloud- 

 less the sky. Therefore, if you would learn a 

 wrinkle, look at our tackle. Our rod is short 

 and rather stiff, not made for throwing a fly, but 

 excellently adapted for pitching a worm into a 

 far-away eddy between rocks and roots, and the 

 very thing for holding a fish by the head without 

 giving him an inch of line, in places and there 

 are many such in the Linn where to give a fish 

 line would be to lose him. At the end of our lino 

 are six feet of fine gut, the ast few links of gut 

 so fine that it is no thicker than horsehair. The 

 hook is of extremely fine and beautiful steel, and 

 sharper than any needle. Were the water a little 

 darker, we should use the Stewart tackle, which, 



