Salmon Fishing. 231 



my walks in Argyleshire were a series of 

 splash and soak. The actual presence of rain 

 itself I have become case-hardened against; but 

 the river I had anticipated fishing with such 

 delight was so high and rapid, that fortunate 

 indeed was the fisherman who could lure a 

 salmon to look even at his fly ! For weeks had 

 many tried the experiment with little, if any, 

 success. 



On the present occasion I had secured the 

 services of the best guide in the neighbourhood, 

 who rejoiced in the name of Peter. Not many 

 minutes' talk was exchanged between us, ere I 

 saw that I had got hold of the right man. 

 A middle-sized, keen-eyed, well-put-together 

 Scotchman was Peter; very chary of adventuring 

 a remark himself, though by no means back- 

 ward in replying to any question of the many 

 I put to him. " Possibly I might move a 

 'f usher' 



" Look at these flies, Peter, and tell me the 

 best to put on." When I put my fly-book 



