CHAPTER XIX 



THE RETURN TO WHITE HORSE 



"Hence! Home, you idle creatures, get you home. Is 

 this a holiday?" 



THE return journey had been an enjoy- 

 able one as the weather was cool and 

 pleasant; and being hardened by our ex- 

 posure to the elements we did not mind the 

 few cold nights or the occasional high winds. 

 For my part, while I rejoiced to be within 

 telegraphic reach of home once more, yet I 

 felt reluctant at leaving a region that above 

 all other countries that I have ever been in 

 seemed most like a fairy land. Whether it 

 was the exhilarating influence of the pure air, 

 the glorious scenery, the continual daily 

 changes of hunting grounds with the attend- 

 ant excitements of the hunt, or the exuberant 

 health which I had enjoyed, T know not; but 

 I really felt deep regret when we finally 

 pulled into White H^orse at about four o'clock 

 in the afternoon of the fourteenth of Octo- 

 ber. 



