1 62 ECHOES OF SPORT 



the north shore of the loch, under the giant 

 Ben Lawers, who towered a snow sentinel of 

 Himalayan-like outline high into the blue sky. 



The lower hillside is there all covered with 

 beautiful natural birch and oak woods, right 

 down to the water-side. There are wide-cut 

 rides in which the guns stand, and the game 

 is driven mostly from east to west, or first 

 one way and then another. Capercailzie and 

 woodcock may come alternately, black game 

 and pheasant, varied by snipe and partridges 

 in the more open ground, to say nothing of 

 occasional grouse, hares, and rabbits. In fact 

 there is almost no species of game of these 

 Isles that in the full shooting season may 

 not be in the bag before night. 



The other sportswoman (than whom no 

 better and keener lives, and who excels in 

 every branch of it, and in photography as 

 well, as some of the illustrations of these 

 sketches testify) and I were well spoilt, and 

 given the easiest chances by being mostly 

 posted at the tops of the rides, where conse- 

 quently the birds came lower. A rowing boat 



