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deep pools, or rather holes, black from their very 
depth, and now rattles the pebbles over the 
shallow bottom with a hoarse, but not unpleasing 
music, — presents the prey that form his prizes. 
The scenery is wild and magnificent. The lofty 
mountain has to be climbed, often, it is true, with 
weary feet ; but the air is fresh and invigorating, 
every step, as he rises higher and higher, makes 
him tread more proudly ; the heather is soft and 
elastic, and its purple bloom is both beautiful and 
fragrant ; and what a prospect does the summit 
reveal! He looks abroad over many leagues of 
country, all varied with hill and dale ; he sees 
villages and towns, fields and woods, lakes and 
winding rivers, spread out like a map at his 
feet. Beneath, perhaps, he sees a yawning 
chasm of a thousand feet, at the bottom of which 
sleeps the unruffled tarn^ with waters as black as 
ink to the beholder, yet of crystal clearness when 
examined in a glass, in which the crimson Charr 
play. The mountains, peak above peak, many of 
them crowned with caps of snow, stretch away in 
the distance, among which, like threads of bur- 
nished silver, gleam the little rivulets which the 
fly-fisher is seeking. . 
The Salmon, the various species of Trout, some i 
of them little inferior in magnitude or strength ! 
to that kingly fish ; the brilliant Grayling, with | 
his dorsal like a butterfly’s wing, and the Charr, 
with its refulgent sides, the aristocracy of the 
flnny race,” inhabit these elevated streams and 
lakes ; and for these does the enterprising fly- h 
flsher visit the most rem.ote and least accessible ' 
parts of our country. When we reflect that the i 
first of these attains the weight of forty, fifty, 
