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trophies are of no value save to the winner. 

 Who can paint the feelings that he enjoys, how- 

 ever, as he sits and contemplates a faded skin, 

 or a pair of branching antlers, or the head of one 

 of the fercB naturae, which have been won after 

 much toil and discomfort and considerable danger ? 

 The true sportsman's memory has drunk so deeply of 

 the details, stirring to itself, but valueless to others, 

 that the mere look of the prize suffices to recall the 

 scene." Thus, kind reader, an old shikarrie ponders 

 over the past, and loves to recall the scenes in which 

 he once took a part, and endeavours to portray them 

 for the benefit of others. May they be favourably 

 received ! 



