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to see me, like a bad conscience, as soon as ever I 

 am comfortably tucked up in my blankets, and walks 

 about me and around me and over me, and then is 

 hurt at my indifference, and keeps up a scrabbling 

 and a scratching against the canvas, more irritating 

 than the hiss of a snake, yea, even than the hiss 

 of Coluber catenatus himself, the fangless one, for 

 whose bite, they say, you must not console yourself 

 with the pleasures of intoxication. So up I must 

 get, in spite of the damp and my cold, and have it 

 out with my trouble. Thanks to a moonbeam, I 

 see you, my friend ; out you go, sprawling. But, 

 Lord ! how beautiful the old-logging road looks in 

 the moonlight, with its rolling transverse beams, so 

 fair in their perspective it leads away and away, a 

 thousand leagues away, in the moonlight up to the 

 land of the all lovable. I know that in sunlight 

 and truth it leads to a foul swamp four hundred 

 yards off, but I like it best in the moonlight. . . .' 



' Dr. Kingsley and I were not strangers, for we 

 had travelled together in America before, had hunted 

 in company, eaten out of the same battered iron pot, 

 and drunk out of the same pannikin,' says Lord 

 Dunraven in The Great Divide^ an account of his 

 travels in the Upper Yellowstone in the summer of 

 1874. In many of the illustrations to that work 

 by poor Valentine Bromley we can easily recognise 

 the figure of the Doctor. Here, for instance, we 

 see him and his companions shooting a rapid in a 

 birch-bark canoe, and here sitting with his rifle 



