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further food supplies. Mercury must have trans- 

 ported the package thither. Or the marvellous 

 Marconi. What boots it so they came ? 



All the interesting news items were blacked out by 

 the Censor, but a condemnatory article on the Navy, 

 the Army, the Admiralty, and the War Office was left 

 unblotted — an object-lesson for us, perhaps. But I 

 just skimmed over it. In the wild I'm a student of 

 Nature. There is no room for carping criticism. 



In this time of provoking game famine Ali Ghirik 

 had an inspiration, a wonderful and rare thing with 

 him. He suddenly remembered that his father and 

 grandfather talked much of a certain corrie — remote, 

 of course — which was haunted by the finest tur of all 

 fine tur. Through the ages this particular rocky 

 fastness had been known to generations of mountain 

 men as the certain resort of ibex — which didn't sound 

 very promising. A well-known hunting-ground is apt 

 to become too popular. 



In the majority of cases men who tell you they have 

 a brilliant illumination tread but upon old ground, 

 but that's no reason why a brilliant illumination when 

 it does come should be excluded. We know that it is 

 sometimes worth going through ground again. Coverts 

 are not always blank that have been drawn. 



The celebrated corrie worked out on the map at 

 least three days' journey away, going hard too, through 

 forsaken and lonely mountain passes. Kenneth was 

 very much against the wild tur chase, with perhaps 

 no tur at the end of it, but he couldn't very well leave 

 us to go alone. 



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