CHAPTEE III. 



FIRST BLOOD AT SALMON-FISHING. 



IN the morning I was awakened by Ward playing 

 a barcarolle on the cornet; and, on looking out, 

 saw it was raining, and the hill-tops were hidden by 

 mists. 



Hope has two objectionable habits early rising 

 and brass bugling; but I forgive the music, as he 

 really plays well ; indeed, he might take a solo at a 

 concert; besides (like many who can go at a thing 

 with credit) he does it but seldom. As for early 

 rising, stiff braes and strong air will soon tone that 

 down. 



I think every one is made happier by having some 

 hobby. Major Duncan, who has rubbed about in the 

 world, and faced savage man and beast, is a zealous 

 entomologist, and spends hours in arranging his cases 

 of insects, and is pleasingly occupied when contem- 



