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varying, ever-mighty voice, singing to us the 

 high song of the Creator of all things. 



It is always difficult to speak of one's religious 

 feelings and convictions. One thing I know : 

 I, to whom my great ancestor's words, " In 

 my realm each man is free to find his salvation 

 in his own way " are as from my own soul, 

 have never been in closer communion with 

 my God than when, my gun across my knees, 

 I sat in the golden glory of a lonely mountain 

 dawn or experienced the wonderful, moving 

 peace of the forest at eventide. 



The sense of one's own insignificance and 

 nothingness as compared to the eternal bound- 

 less grandeur of Nature in the sight of the 

 marvellous works of our Creator. — by whatever 

 name He is called: — ^the moments of leisure 

 when one has opportunity to dream and to 

 reflect dreams, in alternative with honest 

 exertion and strain of both mind and body 

 experienced in outwitting the wild; these are 

 sensations with which no one is so famJliar as 

 the true sportsman. 



When the born sportsman goes forth to the 



