since, to inquire if you had arrived, but 

 he was rather out of humor. He had been 

 out at the water early this morning think- 

 ing to surprise you with what he had taken, 

 I suspect and the de'il a thing did he catch, 

 but half a dozen bits o' trouts not bigger 

 than my thumb. 



Oliver. Do you know whereabouts he 

 was ? I should have thought from the rain 

 we had yesterday, that this would have 

 been a most favourable morning for fishing. 



Landlord. He was almost as high up as 

 Rothbury, and he fished down to Weldon 

 but never could mortal man, except himself, 

 expect to catch fish with such a flee as he 

 had on. 



Oliver. What sort of fly did he use ? 



Landlord. You beat me there. The old 

 gentleman is very fanciful about his flees, 

 and thinks there is not a man in the country- 

 side that can dress one like him. But sic a 

 flee as he had on this morning ! it was 

 eneugh to flay all the fish in Coquet. A 

 great bunch of feathers, that would hardly 



