zoo Salmon Fishing. 



could not help laughing, rather more perhaps 

 than good manners would justify. Meeting him 

 again and again afterwards, it was some time 

 before his pattern-worship began to grow cold ; 

 and the suspicion to dawn upon him, that the 

 colour and size of flies was of far more conse- 

 quence, than a servile imitation of any, so called, 

 killer, under the sun. 



The Clady struck me as being more like a 

 trout-stream, than a salmon-river ; and any 

 stranger accustomed to the practice of the 

 " gentle art" need scarcely have a guide to point 

 out the best water. Some time had slipped 

 away after Dan had condemned the fly with the 

 red tail, and not a syllable more about it dropped 

 from his lips. At length, after we had wandered 

 about a mile down the river, and came to a sharp 

 angle in the bank, under which the stream played 

 merrily, and a yard or two beyond on the other 

 side there was some inviting back-water ; " Now 

 or never for a fish," broke, as it were, instinctively 

 from me. No sooner had I spoken, than a gleam 



