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two went, we could only muster six or seven real 

 minnows, every one of which, it was remarked, 

 gained us a trout. The country is very fine, and, 

 in the village, there is a good inn for refresh- 

 ment. Here you may meet gentlemen in the 

 full Highland garb, attended by their kilted 

 gillies and others, and you at once imagine that 

 you behold some of the great chieftians of the 

 Isles Sir Roderick M'Tavish, or Sir Reginald 

 M'Lachlan or some such, but, making inquiry, 

 you find them sojourners from the great city, of 

 little name and note, but when dressed in the 

 Garb of old Gaul. It was in this quarter that 

 friend Mill, after a summer's day of wading, was 

 insisted on by the guid wife of the house where 

 he was staying, that before sitting down to 

 dinner she would bring him some water to 

 wash his feet, as he had, she said, f been in the 

 dirty water all day.' * What,' said he, l my feet, 

 and my heels even, are as clean and white as the 

 skin of Gill Morris ; bring me a drink of whisky 

 and I'd thank you rather.' 



Nae wonder, nae wonder, Gill Morris, 



My lady lo'ed thee weel. 

 The fairest part of my bodie 



Is blacker than thy heel. 



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