100 SHOOTING IN SNOWY WEATHER. 



In bounding over the craggy rocks, in stepping 

 across a valley, up the side of a steep mountain, 

 I used to feel a lightness of foot, and an exhila- 

 ration and buoyancy of spirits, which made me 

 forgetful not only of all cares, but that my spirit 

 was encumbered with the dead weisfht of human 

 clay. My existence seemed setherial, bird-like, 

 carried on by the excitement of the chase, 

 and invigorated by the freshness and briUiancy 

 of a delightful chmate : never do I remem- 

 ber finding a day's work too long, nor being 

 sensible of even the most distant wish to bring 

 it to a close, except when evening bade us make 

 for our boat, or when at the end of the season 

 an utter want of game shewed the futility of any 

 further endeavours to obtain sport. 



Whilst I am on the subject of shooting, it may 

 not be uninterestino; to relate the rather unusual 

 circumstance of five of our dogs, on one occasion, 

 dying of the wet and cold. There was a very 

 keen, cutting, north-east wind, and snow and 

 sleet were falling in considerable quantities ; so 

 much so, that the esplanade at Corfu had snow 

 on it for three days, — an event that had not been 

 known for twenty years. A party of us had 



