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of an excellent storj 7 which a friend told 

 me of a Scotch angler whom he met at 

 an inn at the town of Inverary, and who 

 invited him to the river-side to witness the 

 capture of a salmon. The invitation was 

 accepted, and the parties repaired to a 

 favourite pool not far from the inn, where 

 the angler, almost at the first cast, had the 

 good fortune to hook a fish. "Eh, sir ! " 

 he exclaimed, surprised and elated with his 

 success, "it's a sawmon peel!" The fish 

 made a vigorous resistance, but, after ten 

 minutes'' play, during which his captor, 

 frantic with excitement, ran into the water 

 nearly up to his chin, to the great amaze- 

 ment of his companion, it appeared on the 

 surface apparently exhausted, and the angler 

 towed him to the bank. " Now, sir," said 

 he, " if ye '11 be so good as to hold him 

 still, and hand me the gaff, 1 11 settle him." 

 My friend seized the rod and held the cap- 

 tive fish, while the angler struck at it with 



