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are of great size, and all are packed so thickly, and the sizes are so 

 graded, that at low tide the appearance is very singular. The present 

 line of the Little Gruinard seems to be roughly that of a great glacier 

 which flowed from the upper end of Fionn Loch. As stated when deal- 

 ing with the Ewe district, the floor of the Fionn Loch, at least at its 

 lower end, is also paved with immense glacial boulders. The Little 

 Gruinard is about the same length as the larger stream, but its 

 course is much steeper, indeed, nearly three times as steep, and its 

 waters are consequently much broken. It is practically a spate 

 river, and can only be fished successfully by one who can reach it in 

 the right condition. As a matter of fact, I believe it is very little 

 fished. The salmon manage to ascend late to the loch at its head. 

 A long, wide pool, a short distance below the loch a pool which is 

 practically a small loch is fished at times from Lord Zetland's 

 Lodge of Letterewe. 



THE DUNDONNELL RIVER OR STRATHBEG, 



Which flows into Little Loch Broom, has a fishable course of only 

 about three miles, when a fall occurs. Below this the gradient of 

 the river is easy, and considerable numbers of sea-trout ascend. The 

 scenery is magnificent. Fishing is let with Dundonnell shootings. 

 In 1907 22 salmon were taken. In 1908 about 8 salmon and 150 

 sea-trout constituted the bag, Mr. Mackenzie, the proprietor, kindly 

 informs me. 



RIVER EWE, LOCHS MAREE, CLAIR, AND COULIN. 



No Fishery Board. Rights of Salmon Fishing all over District held by 

 Sir Kenneth Mackenzie of Giairloch, Bart. 



It is doubtful if any district in Scotland surpasses this for grandeur, 

 combined with a singular beauty. Seen under almost any weather 

 conditions the picturesqueness on every hand is most striking. Let 

 the rain pour in torrents, and the bare buttresses of rock are covered 

 with a filigree of cascades. Let the mists wreathe the tops of the 

 great mountain masses, and the colours of the old red sandstone, the 

 schists, and the venerable gneiss only glow with greater intensity. 

 Let the wind lash Loch Maree into foam, it is in perfect harmony. 

 Let the sunshine play upon the wooded islets, and a vista of fairy- 



