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seems a bad beginning ; and, thereafter, the mist 

 gathers over the past, onl\' to lift again when I see 

 m}-self, with a crowd of other httle children, sent to 

 fish, with crooked pins, for minnoA\-s, or ' baggies ' 

 as we called them, in the Ettrick. If our parents 

 hoped that we would bring home minnows for bait, 

 they were disappointed. The part)' was under the 

 command of a nursery governess, and probably 



she was no descendant of the mother of us all, 

 Dame Juliana Berncrs. We did not catch any 

 minnows, and I remember sitting to watch a bigger 

 boy, who was angling in a shoal of them when a 

 parr came into the shoal, and we had bright visions 

 of alluring that monarch of the deep. But the 

 parr disdained our baits, and for months I dreamed 

 of what it would have been to capture him, and 



