126 AN ANGLER'S SEASON 



ongoing at the other side of the water near 

 the narrow head of the lake. There, the 

 rod much bent, was a fisherman running 

 hither and thither in battle with a 

 thumper. He landed the trout, and 

 resumed. Immediately he was fast in 

 another, which also was soon in the net. 

 The same ceremony was gone through 

 time after time ; and at length, after 

 watching in envious amazement for about 

 half- an -hour, we went round to in- 

 vestigate. The basket on the grass was 

 almost full of fish, none of them under 

 half-a-pound, some of them apparently 

 about two pounds ; and the angler 

 was still busy piling up the score ! He 

 laughed pleasantly at our incoherent 

 astonishment. What flies? Why, just 

 the ordinary Teal-drakes, one with a red 

 body, one with a green, and one with a 

 yellow ; but it was the Teal-and-Red that 

 was doing best. Soon afterwards, when, 

 the night having quite closed in, the 

 fisherman stopped, and we all left the 

 loch for the valley to the north, through 



