232 O'er Crag and Torrent 



lunch, and turkey for dinner was truly 

 embarrassing ; but the way our host's cook 

 prepared a turkey, or any portion of the 

 bird for table, would tempt a dyspeptic 

 vegetarian with a worn-out appetite to eat 

 like a wolf. The dance was intensely 

 delightful, and we kept it up quite 

 vigorously. My bedroom partner slipped 

 off to bed somewhat early, and in due 

 course, after a cigarette and a wee drappie 

 of old Scotch in the smoke - room, I 

 followed suit. 



Being pretty tired, I was not long in 

 getting between the sheets, and soon 

 dozed off, but suddenly I was startled by 

 a loud, unnatural " Gobble, gobble, gobble." 

 " Hang it /" thought I, " I'm in for a dose 

 of nightmare." I gave myself a shake, 

 rolled over on the other side, and again 

 dropped off to sleep, and once more was I 

 startled by that hideous "Gobble, gobble, 



