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soon recovered and made off with the rest over 

 the tops and across the intervening flats on to 

 Erchless, and our chance of equalling our record 

 was gone. I had evidently hit him on the foreleg, 

 but after the first shock he did not seem to mind 

 much, and though he limped a good deal, I don't 

 think the leg was broken, and let us hope he will 

 soon recover and be none the worse for my bungling. 

 We ended up on the march just above Donald 

 Ross's house, so we had a good long tramp back 

 to the car, and we were all pretty tired when we 

 got there after our great day of sunshine and snow, 

 of exultation and exasperation. 



And now no more of 1919 except to add that it 

 ended as it began, with vanity and vexation of 

 spirit and plenty of snow to cool our ardour. 

 We had only got eleven of our number by the 

 15th, so Mr. Garrioch gave us an extra day, and 

 we were lucky enough to get two on the 16th. 

 John got one early in the morning at the corner 

 of the wood by Sandy's house, a good 6-pointer 

 weighing 15 stone 2 pounds, which would pro- 

 bably have been over 17 stone three weeks earlier, 

 as he was much " run," and I got a small 

 7-pointer on the West Hill, which I missed at 

 100 yards owing, I think, to the dazzle of the snow, 

 and rolled over at 200 yards just as he was going 

 over the ridge out of sight; he weighed 12 stone 

 12 pounds, and had a very symmetrical wee head, 

 but, of course, in a good year he would have been 



