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than one salmon from it, I am naturally glad to 

 find myself behind the sheltering rocks on its 

 bank, from which you can fish it quite easily in 

 an attractive manner. Should you get him on, 

 keep the point of your rod high, because the rocks 

 in the bed of the river have edges so sharp that 

 the stoutest gut has no chance should the two 

 meet. 



THE WEAVER'S POOL 



is very narrow, deep, and eddying. There are 

 always fish here in April, May, and June, but it is 

 not one of my lucky spots, as I have failed to land 

 either of the two fish I have hooked in it. In both 

 cases the fish disappeared in a deep hole under a 

 rock, and, as I presumed, turned a corner, back 

 round which nothing would bring them, and I had 

 to break. In this the concluding chapter I should 

 like to again refer to the day on which I caught the 

 34-pound fish in the Elm Tree Pool. 



In the morning, life and movement were in 

 every scene, and the river's aspect was eloquent at 

 every turn to fishers who know its language to 

 come and fish. On it went, fretting past the rocks, 

 swirling through the deeps, eddying here and there 

 as if glad to linger awhile, and then on to sing in 

 its journey over the shallows. The burns, too, in 

 their clamouring haste, made harmonious music 

 from every quarter. 



Amid such surroundings the bait was cast on 



