274 A YEAR OF SPORT AND NATURAL HISTORY. 



rod straightened, and all was over ! Only one of the double hooks 

 had entered the fish, and the strain had proven too much — it had 

 broken clean off. 



Language not being equal to the occasion, both Jimmie and 

 I wisely held our peace ; indeed, several days passed before we 

 could discuss the episode with anything approaching equanimity. 

 We pulled ashore, the dog-cart soon turned up, and I returned 

 to Kelso, after one of the best day's salmon-fishing I ever had 

 on Tweed. 



