256 My Last Day in the Fen. 



complete it ; for, although I have killed more snipe in one clay in 

 Northern Europe than I could, perhaps, bag in England in a week, 

 and more wildfowl in one evening's flight-shooting in Australia 

 than I could well carry home, I have never felt half the true plea- 

 sure in the sport that I used to do when wandering in bygone days 

 with no one but my old guide in the wild solitude of the Crowland 

 fen. 



