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another wet crawl over that dear old Moreval 

 ground. Indeed, it would be to little purpose 

 now, for the forests of Harris and Kenrisort 

 have such natural attractions for deer, and 

 have so attracted the more northern deer, that 

 latterly it was hardly worth while to go out 

 and look for them, and, though there might be 

 deer on the ground, you seldom found them. 

 It is possible that the new forest the proprietor 

 is making in the neighbourhood of the castle, 

 if it gets well stocked, may again repeople the 

 northern part of the island with deer, as cer- 

 tainly, at one time, they were all over the 

 island, and the Monach Hills, to the north of 

 Stornoway, were then celebrated for the good- 

 ness of the stags. 



Ah, Sandy, dear, how could you so forget 

 those pleasant days of yore, and turn so on 

 ''the old trapper," who never did you aught 

 but a good turn in your life, and made you the 

 man you are now ? Remember the advice of 

 the beautiful poet of your own bonnie Scot- 

 land : — 



<• 'Tis good to be merry and wise, 

 'Tis good to be honest and true ; 

 'Tis good to be off with the old love, 

 Before you are on with the new." 



But I forgive you, Sandy, dear — I do, indeed, 



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