LEAVES FROM A GAME BOOK 



CHAPTER I. 



The close of the shooting season 1898 finds me slowly- 

 recovering from a spiteful attack of influenza, followed 

 by ** complications " ; and thus it has come to pass that, 

 while consoling myself with the thought that shooting 

 had ended ere the microbe so successfully stalked 

 me, I have sought further relief from the monotony 

 of enforced inactivity in the reperusal of the pages of 

 my game book, and in jotting down the reminiscences 

 recalled thereby. Right well I know it is idle to expect 

 the contents of these pages can possibly give to others 

 the same amusement they have offered to me, but never- 

 theless I yet dare hope my readers may find matter 

 sufficiently interesting to while away an idle hour. 



For many years past I have kept a game book with 

 considerable exactness, and though the starting point on 



