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And we would drink, if this pint were a keg, 

 Thy resurrection in some other leg. 

 And if two friends have such a bone to pick, 

 We hope they always may continue thick ; 

 Nay, if they have but this one bone between them, 

 From every bone of discord may fate screen them ; 

 And at their mutton, grant those friends most true 

 May make no bones about it, but fall to. 



The distance is little more than ten miles from the 

 eastern point of Loch Awe to the north- eastern 

 point of Loch Etive, where the river Etive will be 

 found. This is a fine ramble, when the weather is 

 suitable. The river is a notable one for good fishing. 

 It flows through a range of country, for about fif- 

 teen miles, which is at once the most impressively 

 gloomy and grand. Everything around reminds us 

 of the notion we commonly have of the end of time, 

 and the universal chaos of the world. But the 

 angling is excellent for salmon, salmon-trout, and 

 common trout. Gaudy flies are the most in vogue 

 on this stream. There is a rock stretching across 

 its bed, forming a waterfall, near to Dalness, which 

 prevents, in a great measure, salmon from ascending- 

 higher up its waters. We have known prodigious 

 quantities of trout taken with fly above this spot. 

 The river is by no means much frequented by 

 anglers. Besides the Etive, the main loch has 

 flowing into it the Kinlas, the Noe, the Liver, and 

 the greater and lesser Esragans. These several 

 streams, though of little extent, are full of small 

 trout, but cannot always be caught with the fly. 



