CHAPTER IV. 



j|N iligant fly, y'r honour, but divil a 

 fish will look at it in this strame ;" 

 was the charming compliment the 

 little beauty I had selected for the especial 

 delectation of the Clady salmon, received at the 

 mouth of Dan O'Donnell ! " Indeed, indeed, 

 y'r honour, a fly with a red tail will niver do !" 

 . In the face of all this discouragement, a heretic 

 in fishing, as well as in some more serious matters, 

 I had the hardihood to continue ; satisfied to 

 await a happier moment, when the mist would 

 fade away from his eyes, as I felt sure it would 

 ere long, and I should stand all the higher in 

 Dan's estimation for my " suparior jidgment !" 



