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for a limited space of time — the man who don't 

 hke rough weather, rough country, rough work, 

 or can't rough it — who is not fond of his dog, 

 or don't understand him — who, above all 

 things, can't find resource within himself — 

 had best bide away from the Lews. But the 

 true and genial lover of one of God's greatest 

 gifts — the beauties of the wilderness, and being 

 allowed to roam unmolested through them — 

 this biped, who is thus three parts bred a hunter 

 of wild things ; who, of course, loves his dog as 

 part of himself, and therefore understands him, 

 and daily learns a great deal/ro???, in his inter- 

 course with, him ; but which said biped can, if 

 occasion need, sit for days inside the bothy 

 when the weather won't let him go outside ; let 

 such biped eschew the world for some half the 

 year, pitch his tent in these wilds, and he will 

 be repaid. 



I have, as I believe I have said before, 

 shot grouse on the moss of Monaltree ; 

 killed woodcocks in all the wild coverts of the 

 three Killarney lakes, on Turk Mountain, and 

 in Mucross ; snipes in the old Cambridgeshire 

 and Norfolk fens, in the bog of Allen, and the 

 shaky swamps of the Rhine ; I have killed fish 

 in most of the best rivers in Scotland, Wales, 



