1 66 ECHOES OF SPORT 



In times of stress or sorrow it has been the 

 recollection of such days and scenes that have 

 come back and stood by me in the hour of 

 need. The lighter incidents of actual sport 

 fall from them like husks from the kernel, but 

 the remembrance of the surroundings and of 

 the friendship and comradeship of kindred 

 spirits remain, lights shining in the dark days, 

 holding out hands to cheer and strengthen 

 the fainting spirit. 



The love of sport is not altogether or 

 necessarily merely the hunt after pleasure 

 and the chase of an animal. It may and it 

 ought to teach many a lesson that will out- 

 live its actual pursuit. Patience, endurance, 

 and courage should be the virtues of the soul 

 that seeks sport, and perhaps its best after- 

 math is the laying up of these treasures of 

 memory, deep wells of health and enjoyment, 

 yes, and of achievement, to which one goes 

 and draws deep draughts when one is in a 

 dry and thirsty land where no water is. Then, 

 no matter how arid the desert, how limitless 

 the horizon of grey skies, down goes the 



