EDWARD liARCLAV ^.^ 



a.r murmured throuoh the leafless branches of the trees 

 which like ghosts touc-recl oaunt and grim above the hedo-es' 

 vvh.ch only partially covered with snow gax'e clear dark lh.es 

 to steer by, as the s le.gh glided swiftly and noiselesslv alono- 

 under a winter sky literally ablaze with stars. Nearino- ou7 

 destination ue could see the flashing lights of other vehicles 



Edward Barclay- 

 hear the heavy panting of the horses as they laboured through 

 the snow up the long ascent. Three degrees of frost on the 

 return journey, the wind coming up in gentle puffs betokened 

 a change, but it brought no release before Friday. 



Writing about his best hunter, " Greystoke," when sending 

 me his portrait in April, 1896, Mr. Edward Barclay savs'1 



