arts of the world which he had visited before he settled down
in his Highland home.

On reaching the loch, they found a boat, and Sandy took the oars. The
two children were placed in the centre, Mr Maclean took his seat in the
stern, and Sandy rowed away towards the further end of the loch. On one
side the hills, with here and there bare, grey rocks appearing on their
steep sides, rose directly out of the water, and were reflected on its
calm surface.

"Why, the hills are standing on their heads," exclaimed Norman, who for
the first time in his life had witnessed such a scene.

Rowing on, they passed several pretty islands covered thickly with
trees, among which, Fanny said, she should like to have a hut and live
like Robinson Crusoe.

"No, I should be Robinson Crusoe, and you should be Friday," exclaimed
Norman, who knew the story, as it was in one of Fanny's picture-books.

"Young gentleman, you should be proud of working for your sister,"
observed the laird, who was busy getting his fishing-tackle ready. "It
is far more manly to work for others, than to let others work for you."

Norman held his tongue, for he had an opinion that he had better not
contradict the old gentleman as he was accustomed to do other persons.

Fanny watched Mr Maclean with great curiosity, as, at length having
reached a spot where, the breeze playing over the surface, he expected
the fish to rise, he began to throw the little fly at the end of his
long line. Now he made it skim the water from one side to the other,
now he drew it towards him, always keeping it in motion, just as a real
fly would play over the surface. On a sudden there was a splash, and
for an instant the head of a fish was seen above the surface, and the
tip of the light rod bending, the line ran rapidly out of his reel. The
laird began at length to wind up the line, in vain the poor fish swam
here and there, it could not get the sharp hook out of its mouth.
Sandy, laying in his oars, got the landing-net ready. The rod was so
light that it could not have borne the weight of the fish, but by
putting the net beneath it he easily lifted it into the boat.

"Oh, what a fine fish," exclaimed Fanny, as she examined the large loch
trout which had been caught; "what delicate colours it has! How
beautifully it is marked on the back!"

"We must get a few more, though, to make up our dish," said Mr Maclean,
getting his line ready for another throw.

A second unwary tr