FOURTH DAY. 



HALIEUS POIETES ORNITHER 

 PHYSICUS. 



FISHING FOR SALMON AND SEA TROUT. 



SCENE Loch Maree, West of Rophin, Scotland. 

 TIME Middle of July. 



POIET. I BEGIN to be tired. This is really 

 a long day's journey ; and these last ten 

 miles through bogs, with no other view than 

 that of mountains half hid in mists, and 

 brown waters that can hardly be called 

 lakes; and with no other trees than a few 

 stunted birches, that look so little alive that 

 they might be supposed immediately de- 

 scended from the bog-wood, every where 

 scattered beneath our feet. This is the 

 most barren part of one of the most desolate 

 countries I have ever passed through in 

 Europe ; and though the inn at Strathgarve 

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