

TWENTY YEARS^ 

 ■ REMINISCENCES OF THE LEWS. 



CHAPTER I. 



INTRODUCTORY. 



AND SO it's all over; and, like the M'Gregor, 

 I am landless — or, rather, shooting- 

 qnarterless. I must bid adieu to the home 

 of twenty years, to seek another, and begin the 

 world again — old, worn out almost, but tough 

 still. 



They might as well have let me linger out 

 the two or three years the old legs would have 

 carried me still, and left me and my doggies 

 in peace. But that was not to be. I had 

 spent years in turning a bad shooting into a 

 good one ; I had tried to civilise, as much as 

 in my power lay, the district in which I lived. 

 I was not hated by the surrounding inha- 



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