PICTURES FROM THE u WISP." 



CHAPTER I. 



AN OLD SPORTSMAN. 



Ox the brown edge of Glenaugh Mountain my 

 uncle Joe lived in the " Wisp." The Wisp 

 was a stone mansion, with a small patch of 

 garden in front, in which our henchman, Jack 

 Sullivan, made certain experiments in horticul- 

 ture, which, like many experiments in other 

 pursuits, ended in nothing. Uncle Joe was a 

 bachelor of small means, but was passionately 

 addicted to shooting and fishing. These tastes 

 he was in a great measure able to gratify, by 

 acting as agent for a gentleman who owned most 

 of the moorland and mountain in the district, and 

 had the right of fishing in the river which flowed 

 through the valley. Glenaugh was not an 



