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soon had my will of it, and Mr. Knight did the 

 needful. 



I shall not forget the kindness or the undoubted 

 delight of Sir Donald's son-in-law, and that of Ford, 

 the keeper. The struggle had been a strain, and I 

 was glad of lunch, a pipe, and a thought or two. 

 Of course, I was pleased at my success with the 

 grand fish and with my audience, but my last 

 thought was that those who can aid and rejoice 

 at another's success while fishless themselves are 

 most to be envied. 



There are yet two pools in this fishing of which 

 I must say a few words. 



ASH TREE POOL. 



This is a half-mile farther up moderately deep, 

 with gravel bottom, and large stones at the narrow- 

 ing head. It is from amongst, or behind, these that 

 the fish may be expected to come, so, as usual, 

 commence well up-stream. It was here that I got 

 two salmon in two casts, and, as each had attempted 

 to swallow the lure, it did not take long to land the 

 choked fish certainly not ten minutes. 



GARTH CASTLE POOL. 



This is in the last half mile an extensive, deep, 

 sullen, flagon-shaped affair. It is seldom that a 

 fish is taken from it other than kelts ; now and 



