DAYS STOLEN FOR SPORT 117 



The movements of my son in answer to my whist- 

 ling looked in the distance like the antics of a funny 

 shadow, but his long legs quickly brought him into 

 clearer sight, landing-net in hand, and, when he saw 

 me packing, he exclaimed : 'Dash it, dad, I thought 

 you had another monster on/ 



The homeward pipe was lighted, traps were 

 shouldered, and the hill was faced, from the top of 

 which we saw again, as in the morning, the valley 

 filled with mist. 



