8 ECHOES OF SPORT 



down, the autumn sky is alight with his last 

 kisses, rose and golden cloudlets reflect them- 

 selves in the heather's royal glow, the moon 

 comes majestically up over yon high eastern 

 hill, the birds call and answer each other for 

 miles around, and as the shades of evening 

 deepen we turn our steps to the valley with 

 the keynotes of Nature and sport singing a 

 duet in our ears. 



These are roughly-sketched pictures, each 

 differing absolutely in surroundings, in attri- 

 butes, and in qualities necessary for success, 

 yet linking them together runs my keynote. 



What is it ? Nothing more nor less than 

 the attainment of one's object. What the 

 object is matters little or nothing to the true 

 votary, but what does and should matter is 

 that it shall be attained. Therefore to com- 

 pare one sport with another is futile, because 

 each in its way is the best at the moment. 



Shall I risk being dubbed a fool if I give a 

 concrete example in asserting that the object 

 matters not at all, only its attainment ? I 

 have gone out with my deerhound to stalk 



