THE ANGLERS SOUVENIR. 



it over and over, driving it pitilessly from its last 

 hope that dark hole in the rock behind the fall. 

 As it rises exhausted on the verge of the pool, the 

 hounds are upon it, and, after a short, brave struggle 

 for life, the otter is killed and the hunt is over. The 

 echoing shouts of the men and the belling of the 

 hounds die away from the crags, and the silence of 

 death hangs over the beautiful Linn. 



We loiter slowly homewards, enjoying the plea- 

 sant time, and knowing that, although our ramble 

 is ended, " the tender grace of a day that is dead " 

 will abide with us while life lasts. 



