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to nature. I well remember he illustrated this by 

 picking a bit of moss from the wall, and, laying 

 it on his palette, he said, ' Now you see on the 

 palette the finest colours that art can produce, yet 

 are they paled beside this bit of yellow moss.' ' 



" How just ! Even I, a novice, feel it. See 

 these rushes : I have got the greens and shades 

 pretty well, but would need a mixture of sunshine 

 and blue sky on my brush to paint the golden 

 green of that sedgy fringe." 



" Try turquoise and gold dust." 



" I fear this must do. Where next ? " 



"Do you see the wood through that gap in the hill? 

 That's our march : suppose we go on ? " 



" I'm game ; en avant ! " 



Directly on moving we started grouse, and again 

 and again flushed fresh coveys. It seemed as even 

 game appreciated this pleasant spot, and we resolved to 

 see more of the " Loch-na-Seachin " (or Fairy Lake). 



We had still some rough walking over this 

 rock-strewn heath, which looked as if it had been 

 the scene of a stone bicker with Titans, and huge 

 stones were lying about enough for all the Druids 

 and an Atlantic breakwater to boot. 



At the march we met one of the game-watchers, 



