SALMO-HUCHO FISHING IN BAYAEIA, 



BY GILFRID \V. HARTLEY. 



[MAGA. MARCH 1SS4.] 



A HAPID river passes at the foot of the little town 

 -^A- of Tb'lz in Bavaria, 011 its way to the Black Sea 

 via the Danube, of a deep blue-green colour in fine 

 weather, and white and yeasty-looking in spate. It 

 is but a small river compared with the Danube, yet 

 probably most English children have its name im- 

 pressed upon their minds long before they hear of 

 the great stream in which its waters are lost. For if 

 you ask them about the Isar, they will tell you of the 

 fiery Huns and furious Franks, the waving banners of 

 Munich, the white graves of the soldiers, and most 

 of all how it " rolls rapidly." But it was by poetical 

 licence that Campbell coupled Hohenlinden and the 

 Isar, for the quiet meadows on which the chivalry of 

 Munich charged are some distance from the latter. 

 The Englishman who, at the end of last September, 

 drove through the steep streets of Tb'lz, and climbed 

 laboriously up towards the mountains in a diligence, 



