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land, when the snow is fresh. It is sometimes too 

 blue, and looks artificial, as if a tank in some works 

 had burst, and the dye which was meant for Bavarian 

 soldiers' uniforms had escaped into the stream. The 

 peat -stained burns of the Highlands fit far better 

 with mountain scenery, or the black waters of such 

 loch - fed rivers as the Awe and ]^ess. G. often 

 thought of the Argyleshire stream, for he had been 

 fishing there a few weeks before. Considering that 

 the Awe and the Isar are both rivers flowing through 

 a hilly country, there are wonderfully few points 

 of resemblance between them, unless, indeed, the 

 Highlanders who have been sleeping for 500 years 

 under their many cairns just below the rock of Bran- 

 der, can be compared to the warriors who fell at 

 Hohenlinden. Five miles of rocky bed carries the 

 dark waters of the one into Loch Etive, and the 

 other rolls swiftly and smoothly to the Danube, and 

 then travels for weeks across Europe to the Black Sea. 

 The next day was G.'s last at Lenggries, and the 

 Admiral, to give his friend a better chance, unself- 

 ishly refused to take a rod, contenting himself with 

 a gaff. The water had cleared a little, though it was 

 still loaded with sand. The men walked up the 

 valley to a place where a smaller stream, called the 

 Ja'che, joined the Isar. The place where the rivers 

 met was very beautiful ; the hills were densely 

 wooded with fir, but their dark masses were bright- 

 ened up here and there by tiny bits of gorgeous 



