no Salmon FzsJdng. 



instead of gaffing him from below, all the good 

 Dan did, was to scrape the salmon's back, and 

 send him flying down the stream again, as 

 though he had only been just hooked. 



Though mightily annoyed (what fisherman 

 would not be ?), so ludicrous a figure did the 

 discomfited Dan cut, that, had I attempted to 

 scold him, his quick eye would very soon have 

 discovered that with such a merry face, I could 

 not mean it, and he immediately joined me in a 

 fit of laughter. 



" Shure y'r honour wont be trusting me again 

 with the stale" (meaning the gaff,) said Dan. 

 So handy was the nook in the bank below, that 

 I soon coaxed the fish into it, and tailed him 

 myself, which I always prefer doing, if possible, 

 without using the gaff. 



" That's a rale beauty," said Dan, when I was 

 taking the fly out of the salmon's mouth, " and 

 fit for the Quane's table." Notwithstanding my 

 companion's warm eulogy, the colour and size 

 of the fish disappointed me not a little. At 



