CHAPTER XYI. 



A DAY AT LOCH-NA-SEACHIN. LADIES ARRIVE AT THE 



LODGE. 



" SALMON-fishing for me," said Ward decisively, as 

 we stood in front of the Lodge in the morning. 



"And for me," said Major Duncan, scanning the 

 flying clouds. " Are you for loch or river, Abbott ? " 



"Either," I replied: "the weather is good for 

 both. What say you, Fred ? We go together, it 

 seems." 



"Yes, so you promised; but might we not go 

 to the Loch of the Fairies ? " said Fred half timidly. 



"Surely; I'll go with pleasure : I want another 

 look at Loch-na-Seachin. You had better take 

 your gun, and kill some grouse on the way ; but 

 let us in to breakfast, as it is a long walk." 



Leaving word for the boy to bring the fishing- 

 tackle, &c., on Punch, we set off straight across 



