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good rise at the head of the pool ; and Walter pro- 

 ceeded to try his luck again, while I returned once 

 more to the upper pool, Donald remaining to assist 

 with the head as well as the arm, should circumstances 

 require it. 



But quid multa ? Not to make my letter tedious, I 

 will content myself with these two specimens of our 

 sport, and give you the result at the close of this our 

 first day as briefly as possible. Suffice it then to say, 

 that between us we succeeded in producing, in the 

 graphic words of Donald, "no' a bad kettle o' fesh." 

 My share of the plunder was four salmon, and cleaner 

 fish I should never wish to see ; their weights re- 

 spectively 7 lb., 9 lb., 11 lb., and 15 Ib. "Walter sur- 

 passed me in numbers, though not in weight, killing 

 three salmon weighing between 8 lb. and 10 lb. each, 

 and three sea trout, their weights 3 lb., 3j lb., and 

 4j lb., making about 38 lb. to my 42 lb. 



On reaching the ford where the road (such as it is) 

 crosses the river, we were agreeably surprised to find 

 a carriage waiting at the shepherd's shieling close by 

 to convey us home, where we arrived in high good- 

 humour with ourselves, our first day's sport, and the 

 kind attention of our hospitable friends. 



