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his father shaking the water off, and then, with 

 filial affection, kissing his moist face, wag- 

 gishly adding, " Cold, ain't it, pa ? " 



" Come along, Tom ; I know you can find 

 plenty of grouse there ; but we sha'n't have 

 light for the glens, and I must see what is in 

 them." He turns a rueful look at the loch 

 side, and leaves it with regret. '' Now, what 

 are you at, Tom, stopping under the hill-top ? 

 I know you have no birds." '' Yes, master ; 

 but I am sure there are plover over the top, 

 and you know I dare not show over it — they 

 are so wild these fine days." And we top the 

 hill cautiously, and get a chance at a lot of 

 plover, out of which, in that righteous way a 

 blaze into the brown is generally rewarded, we 

 get but two birds; but they look so pretty 

 mixed with the others, and they are so good 

 now they have left the sea. 



" Oh ! Jock ! Jock ! why won't you leave 

 those sedges alone ? I know there are snipes 

 there, but I don't want them to-day. Well, 

 you do look so anxious and positive, I suppose 

 I must go to you ; but I know I can't shoot 

 snipes to-day, and I want to get to the glens." 

 '' Do come ; try, master ;" and so Jock makes 

 me kill two or three snipes to him. Still, on 

 his producing a Jack, which of course is 



