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Title: All round sport : with fish, fur, & feather ; adventures on the turf and the road, in the hunting and cricket fields, yachting courses, links, and curling ponds
Year: 1886 (1880s)
Authors: Dykes, T
Subjects: Horses Sports
Publisher: London : Fores, Piccadilly, W.
Contributing Library: Webster Family Library of Veterinary Medicine
Digitizing Sponsor: Tufts University

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in powder from the wreaths, when, accompanied byDuncan, I left what looked the main mountain-path, andscrambled to what was to be my position, the point of apeak or ridge at the head of a ravine which widened as itdescended. Here, with the keeper by my side, I crouched, pipein mouth, and waited for the coming of these little white-furredwanderers, which seem to think that there is safety to be foundfrom every pursuer in the mountain-tops. The gun-barrels weretoo cold for contact with my hand, so I laid my weapon down,flapped my arms across my breast, unscrewed the flask, andshared a wee drap with the keeper, who seemed as cold asmyself. Battue-shooting on a camp-stool, with a brandy andsoda by your side, may be all very well for your Sybarite, buthe would take very unkindly to a cold boulder-stone seatamongst snow 2,000 feet high in the teeth of a piercing eastwind. There was plenty of beautiful scenery up there for oneto go raving mad about, but no scene could come home to ones §m m
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White Hare Shooting on Loch Katrine Side. 273 mind as a picture save that of a blazing coal fire with someglasses and a bottle on the table, and a kettle singing on thehob. After an hour—a frozen hour, which is equal to two in athaw—had passed, we heard a yelping of dogs away down in theravine, followed at times by an unmistakable Gaelic yell.Duncan, with his bonnet off, crept cannily forward over thestones and peered away down amongst the frosty mist for atime. Returning, he motioned me to get ready with my gun—a work of some difficulty, for my forefinger had either gotbenumbed or my right-hand had lost its cunning. A thump ortwo on my leg brought back the circulation, and not too soon. Here they come, keep doon ! cried the young keeper. Be quick with your second barrel, for they will bolt likerabbits—mark ! Marked the little mountaineer was, for he turned a doublesomersault as neat as a circus-rider over six horses, while hisneighbour, who had halted, reversed the feat by fa

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