CHAPTER XIII. 



THE LAKE OF THE FAIRIES, LOCH-NA-SEACHIN. 



SOME days were now passed much as before; and, 

 with the exception of two large salmon caught in 

 trolling the loch, nothing happened worth particular 

 mention. 



The llth of August must needs be a day of 

 anticipation and preparation; and, on coming down 

 in the morning, I found the others busy unpacking 

 boxes, containing a small waterproof tent, cartridges, 

 vermin stamps, &c. ; and after breakfast, guns, &c., 

 were carefully inspected, ammunition laid out, and 

 a visit made to the kennels. 



All arrangements were left to Major Duncan and 

 Archie, and consequently settled with the promptness 

 to be expected between the decisive soldier and taciturn 

 keeper. Still, one way or other, time was taken up 

 until luncheon ; after which, Ward and I arranged 



