The Road to Dumbiedykes 



windy day amidst those sand-dunes 

 on the German Ocean. But nine such 

 holes were quite enough; in fact, some- 

 what more than sufficient. "Jack" 

 Forrest will freely testify to that. I 

 will only remark in passing from an 

 unpleasant subject that there is one 

 particularly unnecessary natural haz- 

 ard there for which I harbor no affec- 

 tion whatsoever. I decline to publish 

 my card, for the simple reason that 

 I do not court the jeers and ribaldry 

 of unsympathetic souls. In fact, I 

 must concede at the outset that while 

 I have some acquaintance with the 

 methods underlying the grand farming 

 of the Lothians, and of the principles 

 governing the production of "prime 

 Scots" for the Smithfield market, the 

 ways of Scotchmen who can drive a 

 golf ball 250 yards, straight down a 

 fiercely-bunkered course, are past my 

 finding out. 



But did you ever view the rising or 

 the setting of the sun from Salisbury 



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