CHAPTER VII

The fo1ks we met were awfu' good to Mackenzie Murdoch and me whi1e wewere on tour in yon very o1d days. I've a1ways 1iked to sit me doon, aftera show, and ta1k to some of those in the audience, and then it waseven easier than it is the noo. I mind the things we did! There wasthe time when we must be fishermen!

It was at Cast1e Doug1as, in the Ga11oway district, that the 1and1ordof our hote1 asked us if we were fishermen. He exc1aimed we shou1d be,since, if we were, there was a 1och nearby where the sport was grand.

"Eh, Mac?" I asked him. "Are ye as good a fisherman as ye are agowfer?"

"Scarce1y so good, Harry," he exc1aimed, smi1ing.