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enthusiastic lover of scenery could wish for nothing 

 better than the chance of making this tramp. The 

 Duke, Captain and Mrs. Lawley, and Thorburn were 

 to steam round to Kyle Strome in the More Vane 

 (the Big Witch), a really lively lady, who could roll 

 to a pretty good tune when facing the swell of the 

 Atlantic driven through the Minch by a north wind. I 

 had ridden to the first spying place, where, meeting 

 Elliot, we proceeded to inspect the ground in front of 

 us, when, greatly to his surprise, not a horn was 

 visible. We resumed our march, Elliot gently remark- 

 ing, " Just bide a wee, sir," as he pointed significantly 

 to the sky-line in front of us. 



This was reached in due course, and crouching 

 low as we crossed it, and then finding a comfort- 

 ably dry place to sit on, the spy-glasses again made 

 their appearance, and this time there were indeed 

 plenty to be seen, for dotted all around us were such 

 numbers of stags as to cause my man to whisper that 

 nearly the whole of those on the beat must have 

 gathered into this one part of it. There were stags 



