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hand. Presently a fifteen-pound salmon lay gasping 

 on the bank at his feet, with a large triangle at the 

 end of the line firmly embedded in the pectoral fin. 

 Here was Cousin Henry's salmon No. 1. 



Both the Elder of the Kirk and Dickson, the 

 keeper, had fresh salmon for supper that night. But 

 among a select circle in the strath dark suspicions 

 have been aroused as to Cousin Henry's methods of 

 catching salmon, and in particular as to how the 

 twenty-six-pounder came by its end. 



