CHAPTEE VI. 



AMONGST WILD FOWL AND SALMON. 



Awake, awake ! the morning mist is lifted, 

 The sun-lit hills shine forth in purple gay ; 



Hear ! each glad bird gives voice as God has gifted ; 

 Arise ! fresh morn too early wastes away. 



MORE powerful for early rising than rhyme or 

 reason was a frightful discord perpetrated by Fred 

 on Ward's cornet ; and after shying a pillow at the 

 wretch, which, of course, he dodged, I shuffled out 

 to the bath and felt the soft west wind and bright 

 sunshine so pleasant after yesterday's rain: the air 

 was sweet with the smell of the plants, and the 

 honey-like aroma of heather bloom. 



" We shall want both boats, Major," said Ward. 



" Yes ; and you and Fred might take your guns 

 there will be men to carry all, we go in force and 

 Archie says there are lots of ducks in the marshes 

 by the loch." 



