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paid. On going down to tlie village where we 

 had left our conveyances, being a little exuberant 

 in spirits, we made merry at the village inn for 

 a short time. When driving Squire Tomlinson 

 home, in my dog-cart, we came across one of the 

 losers on his back in the road, his host having 

 upset his dog-cart either in his haste or excite- 

 ment. The man on his back, I think, came from 

 Hastings. After putting him in head first under 

 the back seat, I asked if he had ever been on a 

 grouse moor before, and he admitted that he had 

 not. "Then," I said, "never make another bet, 

 especially with a Yorkshire man, for it's any odds 

 on a tj^ke versus a Sussex man. 



The following is what I term petty jealousy. 

 It occured on a grouse moor in the Dales. Our 

 host at luncheon said that I had killed over 

 three-quarters of the bag. 



"Oh ! how lucky he is," said a gun standing 

 close by. 



