CH.IX.] FISHER-DOG OUT SALMON-FISHING. 129 
the delights of a free piscatorial life, he could not 
only not be induced to return, but, if taken home 
to his master, soon found his way back to the 
quarters where he could enjoy his favourite sport 
ad libitum. It mattered very little to him what 
kind of fishing was the order of the day, so long 
as he was permitted to take a part in it. He soon 
found out what it was to be, whether up the river 
for Salmon, or down the loch for sea-fish, and 
was always the first on the road towards the river, 
or in the boat when sea-fishing was determined 
on, as the case might be. Many a rough day he 
had of it—sitting in the bow or stern-sheets, 
wherever there happened to be room for him— 
drenched with rain and spray, and perhaps half 
frozen by a biting wind. But all this was endured, 
just as his human friends endured it, for the sake 
of the sport, which seemed to make up for all 
discomforts. Great was his excitement when a 
Salmon was hooked, and profound the attention 
with which (head on one side and ears cocked) he 
watched all the subsequent proceedings—the Sal- 
mon’s rushes—his leaps—his gradual approach to 
the shore—perhaps an unsuccessful attempt to 
gaff him (for the gillies there were not very cer- 
tain hands at the work), until at length the crown- 
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