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itself. This is not the only occasion in which a disappointment 

 in regard to the contents of the leading source of supply to a 

 fresh-water loch containing large trout has occurred to me. 1 

 have met with it over and over again in other places where the 

 main feeder was in splendid condition, and naturally, from its 

 being so, led to the expectation of extraordinary success. 



On the 14th, leaving Loch Laggan, we passed on by the 

 Government road to Dalwhinnie, and thence to Dalnaspidal, 

 where, meeting the Garry a short way below its parent lake, a 

 fine sheet of water, about six miles in circumference, locked in on 

 all sides by abrupt hills, and containing large well-flavoured trout, 

 we fished down to Dalnacardoch. There, in its very comfortable 

 and commodious inn, we spent the night, and having met with 

 very indifferent sport, resolved, as there was no prospect at that 

 season of the year of commanding success with the fly, to direct 

 our steps with all haste towards Perth, and thence to Edinburgh, 

 visiting Loch Leven in our way. Tins resolve was accordingly 

 put into execution ; a succession of what may be termed forced 

 marches bringing our tour to a termination. 



BE BUSY, GOOD ANGLER, BE BUSY ! 



i. 



WHEN the streams rise, 



When the wind flies, 

 With hope and delight we grow dizzy, 



And all a-near 



Airy words hear, 

 ' Be busy, good angler, be busy !' 



ii. 



Then we prepare 

 Tackle and hair, 



