A GAMEKEEPER OF THE OLD SCHOOL 47 



all around you, predominated by the whistle of the 

 curlew — surely the most glorious of all the sounds 

 to be heard in Nature. And if it be a fine evening, 

 you should walk back to the village by the short 

 cut over the moors : " Follow the pad," — as old 

 Burnside once directed — " and make for the wee 

 bit blaack plaantain this side of Dairy, and you'll 

 no go far wrang." And, when you top the hill 

 above the loch, you will see below you a vast 

 country, with ridge upon ridge of misty blue 

 mountain stretching ever away into the distance, 

 towards the westward and the setting sun. 



