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surface, and, as I jumped two or three times 

 out of the water, I had the satisfaction of ob- 

 serving visible marks of disappointment and 

 regret on the countenances of my friends on 

 shore. The one stood with his rod straight 

 upwards, his line floating down the stream, 

 himself in the precise attitude in which he had 

 maintained that dead, strong pull against me, 

 which, by exhausting my strength, had so 

 nearly proved fatal ; the other was apparently 

 solacing himself with a pinch of snuff, and the 

 only words I heard him utter were, 



" ( Ay, but that was a bonny grilse ! Deil 

 tak' the stane ! ' " 



CHAPTER IX. 



I foregather with a kelt, whose gallant struggle and 

 ultimate capture I witness. 



" The Cauld Pool, so lately a pleasant haven of 

 rest, was no longer an abiding-place for me. 

 The dread and terror I had endured were asso- 

 ciated with every rock and stone about me ; 

 and, had I stayed there for a month to come, I 

 am certain that no gaud, however cunningly 



