170 AN ANGLER'S RAMBLES 



PROSPECTS. 



i. - 



THE sea-trout gray 



Are now at play, 

 The salmon is up, hurra ! hurra ! 



For the streamlets brown 



Are dancing down : 

 So quicken the cup, hurra ! hurra ! 



ii. 



The cloud-cap still 



Is on the hill, 

 And the showers fall fast, hurra ! hurra ! 



But sun and breeze 



Will scatter these, 

 So drink while they last, hurra ! hurra ! 



in. 



We '11 start at dawn, 



O'er lea and lawn, 

 Through thicket and thorn, hurra ! hurra ! 



On merriest limb, 



With rods in trim, 

 Come, drink a sweet morn, hurra ! hurra ! 



Leaving Loch Carron on the 1st of August, I crossed over to 

 Loch Alsh, where, under the hospitable roof of Mr. Macrae, I 

 stayed a couple of days, testing a small hill-loch in its vicinity. 

 Thence, after visiting the falls of the Glomach, I proceeded up 

 Glensheil. The Sheil river, which I had permission to fish over, 

 was in a reduced state ; and the day being a cloudless one, after 

 essaying its waters for an hour or so without success, I passed 

 over, bidding Ross-shire good-bye, into Glen Garry. 



