CHAPTER XI 



A CAPERCAILZIE AND AFTER- 

 THOUGHTS 



IT was glorious weather in mid January, and 

 the fiat went forth that the next day we were 

 to have a day's shooting up the lochside. 



Our party were four men and two women, 

 and we two latter chuckled at the thought of 

 all the great things that might fall to our 

 small guns, above all capercailzie and wood- 

 cock. 



The voyage up the loch in the early morn- 

 ing was harbinger of the beauty of the day. 

 Mighty trees gleaming and jewelled with 

 hoar-frost, the water deep as sapphires, the 

 hills still rose-crowned with the sun's morning 

 greeting. The air crystal clear, tingled in the 

 veins, and tuned the strings to concert pitch. 



Arrived at our destination, we landed on 

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HSl 



