Salmon Fishing. 79 



he was sending another fly to share, I felt sure, 

 the fate of the former, I called out to him in the 

 same curt, dogmatic words he had used to me, 



" Throw it cannie, C m n, throw it cannie !" 



And then, to his evident bewilderment, I fairly 

 burst out into a roar of laughter. 



Poor fellow ! if ever a dog, after killing a sheep, 

 and confronting the shepherd, looked cowed 

 and crest-fallen, no finer representative in human 

 form could he have had, than my late companion 

 when he heard the words, and recognised the 

 speaker. 



Though (comparatively speaking) a Tyro in 

 salmon-fishing then, I was far too proud of 

 beating my would-be mentor (he told me, he had 

 had no sport) and pleased with the opportunity 

 of " turning the tables" on him, to inquire too 

 curiously, why he had ventured so rashly to 

 tempt my forbearance. No doubt, as the weather 

 was so unpropitious, he fully calculated on my 

 absence from the river ; little dreaming that my 

 appetite for sport, no matter what the weather, 



