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the Abbey grounds, occurs a short cast called the 
Throat, the inclination of whose casual occupants to 
favour the salmon-fisher is usually determined in the 
course of half-a-dozen throws. Above the Throat, at 
a fascinating pace, ambles the Burn Stream. From 
both of these holes I have educed salares in the shape 
of well-mended kelts. It is rarely indeed that any- 
thing better nowadays is to be got out of them. 
The shallows below the Throat, however, and those 
heading the Burn Stream, abound in fine trout; and 
in the worm-fishing season—that is in June and the 
early part of July, after the starry-sides have had 
their surfeit of winged insects—I recur to them annu- 
ally, as places associated with sport of a first-rate 
character. It is not always, however, on such occa- 
sions that I have had the good fortune’to find the 
trout in a taking humour—or when they are so, to 
secure to myself a reasonable stretch of intact fishing- 
ground. The railway and the Mackintosh water- 
proofs have assisted, to an extraordinary extent, to 
increase the numbers of waders that resort to Tweed- 
side ; and nothing can be more annoying to the skilled 
worm-fisher anticipating a great day’s take, than to 
find the range of river determined on by him on the 
previous night as the scene of the morrow’s sport, 
pre-occupied by a brace of tyros ploughing their way 
thigh-deep, down, instead of up the streams—through, 
in fact, the very centre of the margins where, at that 
