VI DEDICATORY EPISTLE. 



lagher, that, on the shores of the Mois 

 Ruah, I landed my first salmon. To you 

 I owe some of the pleasantest days of my 

 life — to you, therefore, I dedicate their re- 

 miniscences. 



All that I have ever contemplated in 

 writing this little book, is to give my readers 

 some idea of a fisherman's life, — with the 

 faint hope, perhaps, of drawing attention 

 to the present very imperfect state of the 

 salmon laws. I have attempted nothing in 

 the way of journal — nothing in the way of 

 character. My Squire, Captain, Parson, and 

 Scholar, are but the representatives of the 

 three or four squires, the five or six cap- 

 tains, the dozen or so of parsons, and the 

 innumerable multitude of scholars, whom 

 we have, from time to time, met and con- 

 sorted with in one or other of our pleasant 

 summer campaigns. Sorry should I be 

 even if your honest old William, whose ad- 

 mirable curries, and elaborately -polished 



