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which we subsequently found several other single nests,, 
each on separate islets, both on this lake and others. 
The only other birds in sight were a pair of golden¬ 
eyes (very wild), a single goosander drake, and a big 
diver, which rose heavily and with as much splash and 
noise as a wild swan, from a long bight beyond the 
group of islands. 
Finding nothing here, we commenced to “ troll 
towards the other end of the lake, and almost imme¬ 
diately secured half a dozen trout of about | lb. each, 
in colour the deepest indigo and gold, and, for loch fish, 
remarkably game. The sun coming out very bright, 
trolling was useless, and, an hour’s fly-fishing proving 
hardly more profitable, I was just giving it up when 
two trout seized the two large lake-flies, and were duly 
pitched on board in the bailing scoop (weight, lbs.), 
Ivar hardly deigning to interest himself, much less to 
assist, with such puny game. June is, however, too 
early for fronting in the fell lakes, which remain ice¬ 
bound till the beginning of that month; in July, the 
fishing-book has a record of forty-three fish, weighing 
37 lbs. It is noteworthy that in this lake (and in some 
others), while the best trout are caught close in-shore, 
none can be killed from the bank —only from a boat. 
While fishing along the north shore, we noticed 
a white wagtail executing singular aerial gyrations, 
apparently catching flies on the wing, then darting off 
behind a moss-clad cairn. On examining this, we found 
his mate (whom he had evidently been feeding) sitting „ 
hard on six eggs in a crevice among the stones. We 
landed here for lunch, adding broiled trout (rolled in 
leaves or wet paper, and cooked in the embers) to the 
