ii2 ECHOES OF SPORT 



white flakes against the grey rocks and the 

 dazzling sky. 



The contour of that hill for a mile I am sure 

 was nothing but rocks and stones, not a blade 

 of grass or a clump of moss enough to feed a 

 slug; no wonder the lumbering, fat stags ahead 

 of us never stopped. 



However, as we gradually panted nearer 

 the skyline (coats having long since been dis- 

 carded, and the sun beating down from his 

 zenith), we crept from rock to rock andboulder 

 to boulder, just in case of what we might hap 

 on. But the deer had gone over the high pass 

 down to the right of the cairn long before our 

 snails' legs had reached it, and were making 

 for the green slopes bordering the Sanctuary 

 far beyond our ken. 



We seemed to stand on the top of the world 

 in that wild, rocky place ; and apart from all 

 sport and stags, it was joy and wonder enough. 



My companion, in all her stalks and walks 

 over the great fastnesses of Black Mount, had 

 never been there before, which enhanced its 

 charm to us both. 



