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temper, that nothing my Scotch unfriend (to coin 

 a new word) said or did, I was quite aware, could 

 have ruffled me for a moment. 



" Better sport to you, and better manners, 

 when you meet a stranger for the future, as a 

 fellow-fisherman !" were my only parting words 

 to him. 



While walking on to the next stream I began 

 ruminating on this man's conduct. So unusual 

 a thing was it to meet with anything bordering 

 on incivility in my numerous fishing excursions, 

 that the late exhibition of it was as grating to 

 my feelings, as trying to shave the contrary way 

 would be to my skin. At length I fancied I hit 

 upon the reasonable solution of the mystery. 

 I remembered that my former attendant 



C m n had pressed upon my attention 



some very pretty flies, with the seductive 

 addendum to induce me to purchase them, 

 " that none others would kill in that river so 

 well." Now, from some enquiries I was induced 

 to make, I began to suspect that the tier of 



