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which the fowls ate, and the eggs were hard again 

 for much too long a period. 



Among the gillies at Ardara are two brothers, 

 Pat and Morris, whom Kirk instantly dubbed 

 " the antitheses." My gillie, Pat, was indeed a 

 contrast to Morris, his brother, whose face, when 

 I first saw it, while the rest of him was hidden 

 from me, I took to be a priest's in the full 

 enjoyment of all and sundry of the fruits of his 

 position. He was Dr. Wright's gillie ; had he 

 been mine I am sure I should have rebelled at 

 his every suggestion until I had unlearnt my first 

 impression. 



Pat was such an unobtrusive little fellow, so 

 thin and diminutive, that his large spaniel-like eyes 

 looking straight at me won my protection at their 

 first glance. " He was a shivery soul that needed 

 soft, sunny weather." 



Fortunately the impedimenta of our expeditions 

 were more cumbersome than weighty, and all would 

 have gone well had not his love of throwing the fly 

 been so frequently and overwhelmingly aroused as 

 to cause him, when allowed to take a few casts, 

 to be quite unmindful of our relative positions, and 

 I have toiled painfully and perspiringly in his rear 

 to be told when I did overtake him, " Shure, I 

 disremembered, sir, that I had anybody wid me 

 but meself." Had he been his brother Morris I 

 would have said several things to him, but the soft, 

 brown, pleading eyes, set in a wee, feminine face 



