For ne'er a one did we see, nor did we get a bite, all that day.

But it was comfortable in the air, on the bonny blue water of the loch, and we were no sair grieved that the fish should play us false.
Mac sat there, dreamily.
"I mind a time when I was fishing, once," he said, and named a spot he knew I'd never seen.

"Ah, man, Harry, but it was the grand day's sport we had that day! There was an old, great trout that every fisherman in those parts had been after for twa summers.

Many had hooked him, but he'd got clean awa'.

I had no thocht of seeing him, even.