CHAPTER VI 

 THE OLD SCOTCH COLONEL 



"Am starved for meat, giddy for lack of sleep." 



TAMING OF THE SHREW. 



THE old Scotch colonel mentioned in the preceding 

 chapter was a tall, military-looking man, six feet two 

 inches in height. He was about seventy years of age 

 and had reached that period when he couldn't remember 

 names very well. He had a habit of repeating his 

 sentences once and sometimes twice. During his serv- 

 ice in the British army he had resided in India for 

 twenty years. The following monologue is reproduced 

 as nearly as I can remember it. 



I am really glad to meet you, indeed. I beg your 

 pardon. What is your name, again? I'm quite for- 

 getful, as to names, but I never forget a face. Mr. 

 Martindale. Yes, Henry Braithwaite has spoken much 

 about you to me. 



And so you're coming after moose ? Well, I've been 

 here thirty-three days, and I go back to Scotland, 

 whence I came especially to hunt moose I say es- 

 pecially to hunt moose without one. But instead I 

 carry back a disordered stomach. 



My God ! Mr. I beg your pardon again oh, yes, 



