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I recommend the angler to avoid this, if possible, and to 

 return towards evening to the inn at which he rested the 

 previous night. Should he adopt this method, which I strongly 

 recommend, he will be enabled to take with him to the fishing- 

 stations, without inconvenience, a small knapsack containing 

 many useful articles, and even a spare fishing-rod. Beware of 

 attempting an unknown glen without some food in your basket. 

 These lone glens are exceedingly deceptive, and night may over- 

 take you, long before you reach the desired resting place. I speak 

 not of Highland glens, those of the Lammermuir and Cheviot 

 are lonely and wild enough. Poach not over the same streams, 

 but go boldly forward to new scenery and deeper pools. Leave 

 nothing to be done at the water side, but have your tackle ready 

 and in the best order. He is a poor soldier whose flint is in his 

 pocket on first getting sight of the enemy. It answers, I have 

 been told, well enough in Ireland and in the Highlands of Scot- 

 land, where nothing is in ii place, and nothing is done in the 

 right time. But it neither suits Seotliamd nor England, as the 

 reader, if an Englishman, must oft have discovered to his cost. 



A good angler is ever ready and prompt, never late, never 

 careless, and if anxious, he must take care to conceal his anxiety 

 from trout and men. 



CHAPTEE I. 



THE STREAMS FLOWING FROM THE PENTLAND RANGE. 

 THE ESK, THE LEITH, AT^D THE AMMOtfD WATERS. 



AT the distance of a short walk from the capital of the ancient 

 kingdom of Scotland, there reposes in solemn and lonely gran- 

 deur a beautiful range of hills, which elsewhere would perhaps be 

 called mountains ; the Pentland Hills. They are said to resemble 

 the Andes, in miniature. But be this as it may, they present 

 some lovely cones and massive hills, covered with purple heath, 

 purple at least to the angler, who should never travel over Scot- 



