AND HOW I HAVE CAUGHT MY FISH 21$ 



plan of a long walk. Here I once counted forty- 

 one fish, and selected from among them some half- 

 dozen thirty-pounders that I would try for on the 

 morrow. Never a one, was my luck ! 



Listen to the rain ! There is a knock at the 

 door, and, in reply to my " Come in," a maid 

 appears to inform me that my host, Mr. MacPhail, 

 thinks I should like to know that it is raining. 

 Soon after, and before I could get my thoughts 

 from the prospects that the rain had opened up, 

 another maid came to make the fire, and she 

 thought that the rain had really come, and that 

 there would be a lovely river in the morning. I 

 gave the only reply possible, not original, I believe, 

 that if the river was only half as lovely as Kitty 

 I should get no end of fish. 



It is a pretty sight, to a waiting-for-a-spate 

 fisherman, to see the mountain side shedding 

 innumerable tears which look like threads of silver 

 streaking its face. It is so pretty that I must 

 perforce have yet another wee peep, and then I will 

 commence to write. 



LIME KILN POOL. 



I described this pool from the Breadalbane side, 

 and will only say the two or three words necessary 

 to impress upon the fisherman the fact that it is a 

 good pool and deserving of his best attention. 



It can be fished from this side, the right bank, 



