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tasteless, blankety, and nauseating I cannot imagine. 

 This particular fish was so well mended that my gillie, 

 judging it to be clean, gafied it in deep water before I 

 had seen it. As it was struck through a vital part, I 

 yielded to his entreaties for permission to keep it for a 

 Sunday dinner, and thus it came about the fish was 

 knocked on the head, hidden under the bank, and 

 fetched home in the dark. My gillie warmly assured 

 me that if I would but try a piece, I should be unable 

 to detect any difference between foul and fresh-run 

 salmon, but, as will be gathered from the foregoing 

 remarks, the result did not come up to expectations. 



The following 12th of August found me the guest 

 of W. H. Kansford, at Soroba Lodge, by Oban, who, 

 in addition to the shooting of the estate, also had the 

 sporting over the south end of the Isle of Kerrera, a 

 ground which, if properly looked after, is capable of vast 

 improvement. As it was a bad grouse and black-game 

 season, we got but ninety-nine grouse, ten black-game, 

 ten snipe, two teal, and five hares up to the 31st 

 August. 



