168 LEAVES FROM A GAME BOOK. 



the mere fact of being alive and in possession of my 

 senses, each one of which was gratified this lovely 

 morning — the sight by the beauties of Nature spread 

 around me and the blue smoke as it curled from my 

 pipe; the hearing by the croaking of a raven in the 

 distance, mingled with the cackling of the old cock 

 grouse as they rose from the heather in front of me ; 

 the taste by fragrant tobacco ; the smell by that in- 

 describably refreshing scent of peat, moss and heather ; 

 the feeling by the pleasant sensation of breathing fine 

 air, when walking in robust health over ground as soft 

 as velvet to the tread. 



As the end of the loch was neared, it brought 

 me close to the rough roadside, where I met the 

 "Meenister," seated by his man in a two- wheeled 

 buggy. The reverend gentleman pulled up to converse 

 with me, and as I noticed the dimensions of his 

 conveyance, all fear of being offered a lift to the Kirk 

 was dispelled, for I was aware he was on his way to 

 hold a service at the head of the glen. Now, lest 

 from this my readers may put me down as a heathen. 



