46 A SPORTSMAN'S EDEN. 



LETTER IV. 



Princetown, 



Sept., 1887. 



DEAR PAT, 



Forgive me for disappointing you. This 

 huge letter is not from a solicitor, and, in spite 

 of the blue envelope, has nothing to do with law. 

 No letter, I think, ever travelled between points 

 so different as the starting-point and goal of this 

 one. Here, thank God, is barbarism and fresh 

 air and sunlight ; with you civilization, and, I 

 suppose, fog ; though really, what with Mrs. C.'s 

 objection to window-cleaning, and the mole which 

 the benchers have builded between us and the 

 tennis-courts, the question of fog or sunshine is 

 not one which need interest us much. 



Hurl those musty law - books across the 

 chambers, and for ten minutes try to imagine 

 that you are with your chum in British 

 Columbia. 



' Four cock pheasants, four grouse, ten quail ; 



