CHAPTER VII 



BENULA AND FARLEY 1920 



ALAS that stalking should be the diminutioner of 

 other joys ! But so it is. Time was when Lord's 

 and Wimbledon and Sandwich made the heart 

 palpitate and enthralled the mind. Now they 

 only serve as stepping-stones to the day when 

 " It's northward-ho for Farley and the thrills that 

 are to come." This year the day was the 15th of 

 July, and the 16th saw me in dear Balblair once 

 more, where the peace passes all understanding 

 and the irritable can be at rest, and where the 

 Daylight Saving Bill need vex one's soul no more. 

 The clocks were at once put back, and we basked 

 once more in the sunshine of Greenwich time. 



The first fortnight was mostly passed in fishing, 

 and evening prowlings on Farley for roe, both 

 with indifferent success. I ought to have got one 

 buck, as I managed to crawl to about 80 yards 

 from him, but he was lying down and the bullet 

 was about 1 inch too low and, needless to say, he 

 did not give me a second chance; and another 

 evening I got a shot from the shoulder at about 

 100 yards and wounded a buck in the foreleg, but 



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