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" Well," said I, still modestly, " she will do well 

 enough for a bungler like me." I was trolling for a 

 compliment. 



" Ay, that will she," said he. 



Though a little mortified, I was not sorry to get him 

 to this point ; for I knew I could overwhelm him with 

 facts, and the more diffidently I conducted myself the 

 more complete would be my triumph. So laying- 

 down my pet rod on the channel, I very deliberately 

 took out my two-pounder as a feeler. He looked par- 

 ticularly well ; for I had tied up his mouth, that he 

 might keep his shape, and moistened him, as I before 

 said, with soaked fern to preserve his colour. I fear I 

 looked a little elate on the occasion : assuredly I felt so. 



" There's a fine fish now, — a perfect beauty ! " 



" Hoot-toot ! that's no a fish ava." 



" No fish, man ! What the deuce is it, then ? Is it 

 a rabbit, or a wild duck, or a water-rat ? " 



" Ye are joost gin daft. Do ye no ken a troot when 

 ye see it ? " 



I could make nothing of this answer, for I thought 

 that a trout was a fish" ; but it seems I was mistaken. 

 However, I saw the envy of the man ; so I determined 

 to inflict him with a settler at once. For this purpose 

 I inveigled him to where my five-pounder was de- 

 posited ; then kneeling down and proudly removing 

 the bracken I had placed over him, there lay the 

 monster most manifest, extended in all his glory. The 

 light, — the eye of the landscape, — before whose 



* Salmon, salmon trout, and bull trout alone, are called Jish in 

 the Tweed. If a Scotchman means to try for trout, he does not say 

 "lam going a fishing," but " I am going a trouting." 



