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stalked from the shore, and if they are not alarmed 

 it will be worth while to come back from our luncheon 

 place where we shall find our guns and cartridges, 

 and try to get a brace. In the distance, where the 

 point of Ardskenish juts out into the sea, the many 

 dots lying on the scattered rocks with which it is 

 fringed when they come into the focus of the glass, 

 resolve themselves into a quantity of basking seals, 

 and a little farther a tiny brown sail shows that 

 Donald the lobster fisher is busy among his pots. A 

 stranger would be ill-advised to risk his life among 

 the cruel-looking jagged points which protrude from 

 that boiling tideway. 



After two long holes up and down the narrow 

 peninsula crowned by the fort, we turn northward 

 along the level, leaving a rushy marsh on our left 

 The match finishes, disastrously for me, at a point 

 nearly opposite to the tee from which we started, and 

 then we retrace our steps to Tobar Fuar, the spring 

 from which the adjacent bay takes its name, where a 

 perpetual fountain of the clearest and coldest spring 

 water bubbles up through the sand and discharges 

 quite a considerable stream into the Atlantic. It is 

 by far the strongest and best spring in the island, 

 and the green water-cresses which grow there in pro- 

 fusion give a zest to the meal to which we sit down 

 with hunters' appetites. Half a cold grouse, a roll 

 and butter, some fruit, and slices of cake, are washed 

 down with the clear spring water flavoured to taste 

 from our flasks, and who could ask for a more appetis- 

 ing meal ? Then we move to the edge of the bay only 

 a few yards away and smoke our pipes, while we 

 watch another small herd of seals circling below us, 



