294 Notes on Sport and Travel \ 



Dark indeed, with sheets of rain and driving mist. 

 Let us race across the wilderness at full trot. 



' A dark night, a wearied wight, and a wel.some 

 way. God be the guide ! ' as Huntly said, when he 

 was escaping from Morpeth, 



A glimpse of Rory's bright turf fire, with the 

 collies lying round it each in his appointed place 

 — and then Lairgwards ho ! 



' Good-night, Rory ! Good-night, everybody ! ' 



