1 92 O'er Crag and Torrent 



turned up, looking ruddy and beaming as 

 ever, notwithstanding his arduous China 

 experiences. The night of his arrival we 

 sat and smoked and yarned of happy days 

 that have faded in the vista of time. What 

 delightful havoc those recollections of bygone 

 days made in our memories ! We talked 

 about beautiful Corfu the ripping good 

 cock shooting in Albania, and the lop-sided 

 old boat at Butrinto and its equally lop- 

 sided owner, "Demetrius," whom "The 

 Cherub " would always insist on calling 

 " Dammie," because, as he asserted, it was 

 such an expressive and comprehensive word 

 and so natural, applicable, and musical. 

 We talked about the three weeks in Norway, 

 when we both tried to learn Norse from the 

 fair Gunhild and at the same time catch 

 salmon, an amalgamation of effort that was 

 chaotic, and only conducive to all-round 

 dismal failure. We resurrected the exciting 



