GROUSE SHOOTING IN IRELAND OVER 

 DOGS 



AT the latter end of August of the year 

 1 88 I was staying with my old friend 



B in Ireland, and by good fortune the 



grouse had done fairly well that year, the 

 breeding season having been favourable, and 

 we had had two or three good days' sport 

 previous to the one I will now endeavour to 

 describe. The scene of operations was a 

 short range of mountain-land well covered 

 with heather, the plateau or table-land being 

 undulating, though in places broken by 

 sharply-defined ravines and short, rocky 

 valleys. As the bottom of these ravines 

 the ground was generally boggy, and good 



holding ground for snipe, and an occasional 

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