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procurator-fiscal has to do in Scotland. This involves many 

 long and tedious journeys, often performed in the depth of 

 winter to outlying camps and villages, where evidence is 

 often well-nigh impossible to procure. This severe physical 

 strain year after year had hardly left its mark on the genial 

 old gendeman, who, though he has now retired, is as active 

 as ever. 



I think the reader would have laughed had he seen this 

 Judge of the Supreme Court and myself hunting for the 

 problematical snipe in the wood and marshes one October 

 morning. The Judge, with his hat on the back of his head 

 and a pair of bedroom slippers on his feet ("Ye get wet 

 anyhow, my boy "), jumped over the streams and fences like 

 a two-year-old, working a somewhat wild pointer, and so, 

 whistling and prancing from marsh to marsh, he covered the 

 country in a manner that quite astonished me. Nor shall I 

 forget his charming disregard for appearances, so character- 

 istic of the true sportsman, when he kindly came to see me 

 off by the crowded Sunday train, bearing in one hand a 

 bucket full of potatoes and in the other — whisper it not in 

 the Fly-Fisher's Club, breathe it not in the gun-rooms in 

 the north — a big bag of worms. 



The Judge has told me many excellent stories which I hope 

 he will some day himself give to the world, for his literary 

 abilities are well known on both sides of the Atlantic, his 

 History of Newfoundland being the standard work on the 

 subject. He is just as fond of telling a good story against 

 himself as in his favour. I must venture to narrate one little 

 tale about him, which comes from his own pen, and which 

 was common talk in the up-country camps of the interior. 



" The inception of the railway in Newfoundland met with 



