ii 4 GUN, RIFLE, AND HOUND. 



patrick which would enable me to shoot on the 

 Monday. So leaving my luggage at the station I 

 made for the shore, casting envious eyes at a fine 

 yacht lying at anchor in the Lough. 



I accosted a knot of fishermen loafing on the 

 beach, and asked them what they would take to put 

 me across to Portpatrick. 



" Na, na, my lad," said the eldest, as spokesman 

 for the rest, i( we canna do sic a thing on the Sawbattu 

 Besides, ifs too rough." 



Thought I to myself, if it wasn't for your second 

 reason, I could soon show you a golden argument 

 against your first. But these Scoto-Irish fishermen 

 are daring enough, and if they say it is too rough, it 

 may be taken for certain that putting out would mean 

 risking life. So grumbling at my luck I returned to 

 the hotel, forced to kill the day by making violent 

 love to a very plain barmaid, and drinking an in- 

 ordinate quantity of Campbelltown whisky with a 

 couple of jovial Patlanders, who turned up to dinner. 

 Finally I turned into what I rightly thought was a 

 very damp bed. 



The result of this Hibernian Night's Entertain- 

 ment was that I woke up with a general feeling of 

 seediness, resulting in an incipient cold and a bad 

 headache. However, a roughish passage cured the 

 latter, and balsam of aniseed the former, and I felt 

 no ill effects from my experience. 



At last I was in Scotland for the first time for 

 seventeen years. But now I was confronted with 

 another difficulty. The boat train from Stranraer to- 



