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than before, and a high-pitched voice said, " The 

 gentlemen have nearly finished breakfast, sir." 



And so I am late for breakfast ; but not on a 

 fishing morning. That, I think, has never happened 

 to me yet, though I cannot define how Nature 

 knew that this was the day when we were to move 

 from Ardara, and that the moving was fixed for 

 ten o'clock. 



Good-byes have been said, and we are on the 

 car, with chatty Johnny McNelis as driver, so 

 farewell to Ardara. 



Our next stay was to have been at O'Donnell's 

 Hotel, Glenties, but we found on our arrival there 

 that sunshiny days, so pleasant on cars or mountain 

 lakes, had so shrunk the rivers that fishing would 

 have been profitless ; so we diplomatically kept the 

 luggage on the car, stabled and fed the horse and 

 ordered lunch, prepared to journey on to where the 

 information that we might gather meanwhile should 

 point. 



Port Noo, as we soon found out, has many 

 brown trout lakes and a rocky coast, and, quite 

 close by, an excellent hotel managed by Mrs. 

 Cannon. We were soon off to this land of 

 promise. 



Glenties is a terminus of the Donegal Highland 

 Railway, and is the easiest route to Ardara. It is 

 situated at the head of two well-wooded glens, the 

 property of the Marquis of Conyngham, and, as 

 the fishing on the best salmon pools is reserved, 



