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anglers are inclined that way erring a little 

 to the couleur de rose side of things, but quite 

 trustworthy in being followed as a suggester 

 for a fortnight's fishing. We have gained much 

 pleasure in exploring some of our more remote 

 lochs, of the existence of which we might 

 never have been aware but for its information. 

 We cannot, however, close this long, but we 

 hope not wearisome, chapter without singing 

 the praises of our Queen of Scottish Lakes, LOCH 

 LOMOND. The scenery of this beautiful spot 

 is well known in some ways, but no amount 

 of travelling in a steamer will reveal its 

 beauties. To the tourist we would say, take 

 a small boat at Luss and engage a man to row 

 you among the islands which lie between Luss 

 and Balmaha. With this hint to the tourist, 

 we leave him, and turn the angler's attention 

 to the sport very precarious at most times, 

 but excellent at others to be had on Loch 

 Lomond. Luss is the angling centre, and there 

 are capital boats and men to be had by writing 

 beforehand to the hotel - keeper, Mr M'Nab, 

 who deserves much credit for the attention 

 he pays to the wants of anglers. 



The yellow-trout fishing is good, but, strange 



