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, CHAPTER X. 



DICK BUENABY AND GROUSE THE FIRST. 



SOON after my removing to Soval, I lost my 

 friend Burnaby. Unfortunately for me, 

 but fortunately for tlie tax-payers, the survey 

 of the Lews was completed, and he took his 

 departure, to the universal regret of the whole 

 island ; for he was one of those who have the 

 singular knack of attaching everybody and 

 everything to them. "Nil tetigit quod non 

 omavit." The survey is a model of what can 

 be done under adverse circumstances, for sur- 

 veying and contouring the island of Lews with 

 such a climate is no joke. Looking after his 

 work took him to wild places, and to many of 

 those wild places did I accompany him. Work 

 done, didn't we play and shoot and fish ? 



We ran entirely in couples. He had a little 

 gig and a small pony, Johnnie, the best piece of 

 horse-flesh I ever knew. He was little over 

 twelve hands high, but, once started, he clat- 

 tered up and down hill, and never stopped till 



