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and again on the 20th, so three days out of six 

 were spoiled. The whole country was now 

 soaked with the rain, little rivulets had become 

 torrents, and the marshes were knee deep in 

 water. It seemed useless to remain on, as it 

 meant my missing my steamer in New York, 

 so we decided to pack up and get out. 



Looking back, I think this was a mistake. 

 I might have spent another week in this grand 

 country and taken a later boat home. Some 

 big stags might have come up from the woods. 

 On the other hand, the weather was broken 

 and even Steve was in favour of moving. All 

 along he regretted that I had not come in for 

 the October shooting, when, he said, I was 

 bound to have got good heads. He was just 

 as keen as I was and sorry to leave. 



