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THRILLING ADVENTURES. 





GROUSE BLACK COCK MALE. 



" Thursday. A dip in the burn below our bivouac reno- 

 vated me. I did not observe that Donald followed my example 

 in that ; but he joined me in a hearty attack on the viands 

 which still remained in our bag, and we started with renewed 

 courage. About mid-day we came on a sheiling beside a long 

 narrow loch, fringed with beautiful weeping birches, and there 

 we found means to cook some grouse, which I had shot to 

 supply our exhausted larder. The shepherd, who had ' no 

 Sassenach,' cheered us by his report of 'the deer' being 

 lately seen, described his usual haunts. Donald was plainly 

 getting disgusted and home-sick. For myself, I looked upon 



