accustomed to take a trip into Roxburgh- 

 shire, to spend a few weeks with a friend ; 

 and as I travel at my leisure, I always enjoy 

 a few days' fishing by the way. Sometimes 

 I pitch my tent in the neighbourhood of 

 Weldon Bridge, for the sake of a cast in the 

 Coquet ; sometimes I take up my quarters 

 with honest Sandy Macgregor, at the Tan- 

 kerville Arms, Wooler, to enjoy a few days* 

 fishing in the Glen and the Till ; and occa- 

 sionally I drive up to Yetholm to have a 

 day's sport in the Bowmont, with that 

 patriarch of gypsies and prince of fishers, 

 old Will Faa; as good a fly-fisher as is to 

 be met with between Berwick and Dumfries, 

 in which tract of country are to be found 

 some of the best anglers in the kingdom. 



There are not many trout streams in Eng- 

 land more likely to afford a week's recreation 

 to the fly-fisher than the Coquet; nor would 

 it be an easy matter to point out a river on 

 the whole more interesting, and affording 

 better sport. The angler may undoubtedly 



