Some Haunts 0/ the Snipe. 67 



he is still in the heavens. He hasn't had much 

 of a chance all day, but in the beauty of his 

 departure he takes a glorious red revenge on 

 the very clouds which have shut him in, and 

 his prison-bars flash like jewelled gold. We 

 return home in the many-coloured glow, tired 

 and silent, but happy, for to-morrow we are to 

 sally forth armed with something better than 

 precepts ; and has not the great dim moor, 

 which is sinking to its misty sleep behind, 

 promised us nothing less than twenty couple 

 apiece as a reward for our trouble to-day ? 



