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heat of a big town one August day, and awaked the next 

 morning within call of the grouse, will believe that sport is 

 the master cause of this exodus. 



'What is it steels the sportsman's heart? 

 It is the conscious pride of art.' 



No one can with honesty deny the power of sport over 

 English people ; and grouse-driving probably comes first in 

 attractiveness and reputation. But August is a period when 



an elemental force drives us away from towns to the sea or 

 the moor, which has the scope and range of the sea. And 

 the pleasure of a first day in the haunts of the grouse, 

 whether the birds be few or many, is like no other change. 

 Everything is changed and the scale of things is brightened. 

 We may see a golden eagle ranging the slope, and happily 

 the eagle is becoming once again a frequent bird. You may 

 see the red deer, the wildest and shyest of all animals in the 

 world. The tiger is tame compared with him. The smell 

 of the bog-myrtle, where the dry moor degenerates in a hag, 



