146 TRAVEL, ADVENTURE, AXD SPORT. 



on a well-known Highland route was occupied by a 

 gentleman tourist and his wife. 



" What is the vast extent of barren waste lying on 

 either side, coachman ] " asked the lady of the driver, 

 an old ex-gillie. 



"That, mem, is his lordship's deer-forest." 



" What lord, coachman 1 " 



Old Donald, after driving fifty yards in silence, 

 jerked out in a " I-thought-every-one-knew-that, -any- 

 way " sort of tone, " Breadalbane ! " 



" But, coachman, there are no trees." 



" A forest, mem, is a place where there is no trees," 

 was the reply. 



Not so laid down in "Walker" or "Johnson," 

 but true, nevertheless. The remains of trees are 

 there ; the trees themselves are conspicuous by their 

 absence. 



Lady, after a consultation with her consort, " But 

 er ah coachman, there are no deer. We don't 

 see any deer, coachman." 



"The deer may be there, mem, though you do not 

 see the deer." 



Old Donald having mystified his hearers very con- 

 siderably, and finished the flask handed to him in a 

 moment of weakness, became pleasantly communi- 

 cative. 



" It was just here, mem," he observed, " that she 

 was upset last year, at the corner forrit there. It 

 was that horse on the near side, mem, that fell doun 



