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success among the streams and lakes of that county 

 was fully as great as they had anticipated, although 

 the weather encountered by them was not of the de- 

 scription which the angler reckons most favourable. 

 About the commencement of September, and a fort- 

 night previous to the time when the waters north of 

 the Tweed are closed up, we discover our lately in- 

 stalled brethren of the wand among the mountainous 

 regions of Strath- Glass, descending which, they 

 shortly afterwards reach Inverness, and strike onward 

 from thence into Moray shire. We must, however, 

 give the conclusion of their angling adventures in 

 Mr Wandle-weir's own words.] 



We had now arrived (continued he) at the Find- 

 horn, where it passes under the bridge of Dulsie. 

 Much as I have witnessed of river scenery, my recol- 

 lections are unable to call up any continued stretch 

 of bold decorations, equal to what is possessed by 

 this noble stream. From the Streens to the Sus- 

 pension-bridge near Forres, a distance, following its 

 course, of not less than fifteen miles, one unbroken 

 chain of magnificent landscape is presented. With a 

 body of water sufficiently large to attract attention, 

 the Findhorn makes its way betwixt masses of rock, 

 imposing, equally from their height, their form, and 

 their distribution. Trees, the skirts of a forest, old 

 and fantastic, peer over its parapets, mingled with 

 shrubs and saplings, which steal down luxuriantly 

 among the rill- worn fissures. Here, with imprecat- 

 ing arms, a storm-cleft oak towers over the abyss 

 there an ivy mourns and, beyond it, 



