278 AN ANGLER'S RAMBLES 



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Ho I *warders of the waters ! 

 Is the yellow trout at feed 1 ? 



And the March-flies brown 



Are they sailing down 

 Where current and zephyr lead ? 



See you abroad 



With busy rod 

 Some gentle brother speed ? 



IV. 



Go forth, ye anglers jovial ! 



The ring of the trout we spy, 



And the south winds pour 



In a living shower 

 The merry March-brown fly ; 



With busy wand 



The fisher band 

 Among the dark pools ply ! 



RUNS WITH SALMON. 



ONE of the most exciting salmon-runs I ever witnessed took 

 place in the neighbourhood of Kelso several years ago, near the 

 close of the season. The fish was hooked about three P.M., at 

 the neck of the Hempside Ford stream, by Mr. Meiklem. After 

 making several pushes in the direction of Maxwheel, it set off 

 at lightning speed towards Rosebank, the boat, managed by 

 one of the Kersses, following with all haste. On reaching -Rose- 

 bank, after parading up and down for more than half an hour, it 



