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guess where the true outlet was, when having both 

 made failures we retired to our berths, laughing at our 

 discomfiture. 



The next morning found The Griffen at anchor in 

 Loch Nevis, just off Inverie House, a large comfortable- 

 looking mansion. The route by which we had come 

 is really the only pleasant one to Knoydart ; true it 

 is that a pony track crosses the hills from the side of 

 Loch Ness to the head of Loch Hourn, but it could 

 only be travelled with impedimenta of the collar and 

 tooth-brush order ; weather permitting, there was also 

 an alternative route, and one could get put ashore by 

 dropping into a row-boat coming out of Loch Nevis 

 to meet the steamer passing up the Sound of Sleat. 

 After breakfast we landed, to be welcomed by our host 

 and another guest. Colonel Albert Williams, R.H.A., 

 and the remainder of that day we passed rod in hand, 

 the Colonel and I going to Loch Dhulochan, while the 

 other two made for the Inverie River — proceedings which 

 resulted in a great show of sea trout in the evening, 

 together with a twenty-two-pound salmon caught in the 



