68 Salmon Fishing. 



For ten days or a fortnight I had the privilege 

 of fishing some of the best pools by no means 

 a narrow extent of water with no one to 

 compete with me, or disturb me in any way. I 

 was advised to take the above-mentioned guide 

 to unravel the mysteries of this new sheet, not of 

 letter-press, but of water, and point out the 

 favourite haunts of my finny friend, Salmo-Salar. 



A stout, thick-set, good-looking fellow was he, 

 but very singular, I soon found out, in his religious 

 creed, and more so in his strong superstitious 

 fancies. The Sabbath in his eyes was strangely 

 distinct from the delightful day the best authority 

 on record has furnished us a true picture of, as 

 * made for man." To do anything that promoted 

 his pleasure, no matter how harmless in itself, 

 was about as criminal a thing in his eyes, as for 

 a thief on ordinary days to scale the walls of a 

 dwelling-house, and rob, if not murder, the 

 sleeping inmates. I verily believe, that had he 

 seen me struggling for dear life in the deepest 

 pool in the river, he would have paused, ere he 



