172 Salmon Fishing. 



were all seated at the luncheon - table on a 

 memorable day in winter, when one of the 

 party who always took him his dinner, came 

 back with the plate of food untouched. 



The faithful old fellow was found stretched 

 at his full length, cold and stiff. Not one of 

 our party cared to speak. Something in the 

 shape of a big tear came rolling down my 

 cheek, and I beat a retreat at once, I am not 

 ashamed to say, to have a good cry. 



When fishing in North Wales, how often have 

 I paused for minutes together to watch with 

 delight the movements of the Welsh sheep-dogs 

 on the mountains close by ! 



They are a tiresome, noisy race in general, 

 and where they abound I seldom go unarmed 

 with a stone or two. They will rush at you, 

 as though you were a noxious wild beast, with a 

 horrid din, and a most ugly display of sharp, 

 white teeth ; but just chuck a stone or two into 

 their midst, and away they scamper too cowed 

 to molest you any more. 



