SCOTCH RIVERS
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SCOTCH RIVERS
September is the season of the second and lovelier youth of the river- scenery of Scotland. Spring comes but slowly up that way； it is June before the woods have quite clothed themselves. In April the angler or the sketcher is chilled by the east wind, whirling showers of hail, and even when the riverbanks are sweet with primroses, the bluff tops of the border hills are often bleak with late snow. This state of things is less unpropitious to angling than might be expected. A hardy race of trout will sometimes rise freely to the artificial fly when the natural fly is destroyed, and the angler is almost blinded with dusty snowflakes. All through midsummer the Scotch rivers lose their chief attractions. The bracken has not yet changed its green for the fairy gold, the hue of its decay； the woods wear a uniform and sombre green； the waters are low and shrunken, and angling is almost impossible. But with September the pleasant season returns for peo

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