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possible to enumerate all the many amusing and able 

 articles on the piscatory art, scattered up and down its 

 talented volumes. We shall here insert a description of 

 killing a salmon, given in one of the Nodes Ambrosiana, 

 as a specimen of the way such topics are handled in the 

 pages of this periodical. 



" North. By the bye, James, who won the salmon 

 this season on the Tweed ? 



Shepherd. Wha, think ye, could it be, you coof, but 

 masel' ? I beat them a' by twa stane wecht. Oh, Mr. 

 North, but it wou'd hae done your heart gude to hae 

 daunner'd alang the banks wi s me on the 25th, and seen 

 the slauchter. At the third thraw the snoot o' a famous 

 fish sookit in ma flee and for some seconds keepit stead- 

 fast in a sort o' eddy that gaed sullenly swirlin' at the tail 

 o' yon pool I needna name't for the river had risen 

 just to the proper pint, and was black as ink, accept when 

 noo and then the sun struggled out frae atween the clud- 

 chinks, and then the water was purple as heathermoss, in 

 the season o' blae-berries. But that verra instant the flee 

 began to bite him on the tongue, for by a jerk o' the wrist 

 I had slichtly gi'en him the butt and sunbeam never 

 swifter shot frae Heaven, than shot that saumonbeam doon 

 intil and oot o' the pool below, and alang the sauch-shal- 

 lows or you come to Juniper Bank. Clap clap clap 

 at the same instant played a couple o j cushats frae an aik 

 aboon my head, at the purr o' the pirn, that let oot, in a 

 twinkling, a hunner yards o' Mr. Phin's best, strang aneuch 



to haud a bill or a rhinoceros. 



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