130 FISHING RIVERS. 



What appears once to have been a hamlet is also 

 quite levelled, the happy inmates now perhaps in 

 Canada, yet it still continues to look on, speak- 

 ing in ' silent eloquence ' to those who direct 

 their steps to its roots. I often ran down from 

 the path to visit it ; could it have spoken, it might 

 have discoursed of Ossian and Fingal. The road 

 now turns in the direction of the Island of Egg, 

 the great attraction of geologists, and we soon 

 come in sight of two or three little lochs in con- 

 nection with one another; in fact, I saw a shep- 

 herd wade through to the opposite side, between 

 two of them. A burn now runs the opposite way 

 to the one we came up by, and which, in spawn- 

 ing time, is filled with salmon and sea trout. 

 I wish I could interest you in this place, so 



' Far removed from noise and smoke.' 



In these lochs, the property of Lord Cranstone, 

 you have great variety of fish. The days varied, 

 sometimes we had 50 to 60 sea trout, from 1 

 Ib. to 2 Ibs. each. We generally were driven 

 there, and the horse grazed about till it was time 

 to get home to dinner : this was about the end 

 of July. The yellow trout did not favour us 

 much with their company, probably fishing with 



