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but could not resist the first really good fly- 

 fishing water I had come to, so a few minutes 

 after arrival I was on the bank of the river 

 fishing an ideal pool. There was about a 

 quarter of a mile of fishing water, after which 

 was a small lake and then more rapids below. 

 In an hour I had landed twelve trout and char, 

 weighing lOj fb. The trout were all onan- 

 naniche and played like sea trout — more often 

 out of the water than in. The largest was 

 2j lb., and the two largest char weighed 

 2 1 lb. In the heavy rapid water they gave 

 grand sport. What an ideal camp it was ! 

 The best of fishing at the door of the tent, a 

 glorious view over the lake, with its many 

 wood-clad islands to the south, while across the 

 lake the ground was open and sloped gradually 

 upwards, and here Steve said he had more than 

 once seen good stags. The whole ground could 

 be spied from the rocky hill behind the camp, 

 from which, too, we could look over all the wood- 

 land marshes to north and west and could see 

 the river winding away to distant Koskacodde, 

 and in the further distance Kepskaig Hill and 

 the country we were to hunt later on. 



After lunch, about 3 o'clock, Steve and 

 I started for the look-outs. There were three 

 in all, behind and to the north of our camp. 

 We decided to go straight to the one farthest 



