OCTOBER 293 



He was punting us down the culvert. 

 Soon we were on the river, and soon on 

 the other side. Peter had told us not to 

 bother about our boat. It could lie 

 where it was all night; he would take 

 it over in the morning. 



" Well done, well done ! " he exclaimed, 

 when he had peered down upon our own 

 salmon, lying among the bracken. "I 

 heard splashin's and the reel, and kent 

 some o' you was playin' a fish ; but I had 

 no thocht that it was sic a fish as that 1 

 Mine's sma' compared wi't. But keep 

 it keep it! Maybe you've no' yet 

 overta'en a' the freen's you would like to 

 send salmon to. It may help you in 

 that way." 



Cheerily wishing us good-night, Peter 

 returned to his boat. We watched him 

 as he shot luminous across the river, 

 singing : 



When from the North Sea comes a run 

 O' salmon and o' peel. 



