Identifier: cu31924013619725 (find matches)
Title: Notes on the District of Menteith, for tourists and others
Year: 1907 (1900s)
Authors: Cunninghame Graham, R. B. (Robert Bontine), 1852-1936
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Publisher: Stirling, (Scot.) Eneas Mackay
Contributing Library: Cornell University Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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ish the self-same water, with a rod with as many splicings asPetrucchios bridle, and fly like a piece of amoulting feather broom, and ten to one he fills abasket. Withal not proud of his success, buttaking it as something sent from heaven andmarketable. It was on a summer evening I first saw Trootie,waddUng like a Narragansett pacer up the avenue.At first sight nothing about him showed theintrinsic merit of the man. No one could callhim handsome or majestic in appearance. HadEdie Ochiltree risen from his grave and stoodbeside him, your halfpenny had certainly not goneto Trootie, that is if personal appearance had in-fluenced your judgment. A little shilpet, feckless-looking body, dressed in a sort of moss-troutcoloured and much patched coat of various shadesof troutiness and stages of decay; summer andv/inter a grey woollen comforter resembling astocking, such as farmers used to wear in the darkages, round his throat; his cadie, for I cannotcall it hat, a cross between a beehive and a
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0 MENTEITH 73 pudding bag, and girt about with casts of fuzzyhome-made flies ; over his shoulders a dilapidatedfishing-basket, always well stuffed with trout; forfreedom and convenience at his work, his toesprotruded through his boots, which looked as ifthey had been chosen on a dunghill; his walk wasa loose sort of shuffle, such as fishers often getfrom waddling amongst stones. Apparently the man was older than the rocks;no one can say with certainty they ever saw himolder than sixty or under forty-five. A pleasant ageenough to be born at, sixty is, if one was born quitefree from rheumatism. Love is well over, and thetaste for speculation and adventure are on the wane,avarice is but just beginning, there is the prospect ofa healthy and untroubled life till eighty, and thenoblivion of lifes troubles, with the mendaciousepitaph upon your tomb to witness that you lie-However Trootie, if he was not fashed by love,except perhaps of speerits, and if inihis case avaricewas a thing illusory,

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