66 EXPERIENCES OF SPORT. 



I shall never forget the jolting and bumping 

 over the rocks no, never, as long as I live. 

 Sometimes we had to wait for minutes, as the 

 tide was not yet off certain parts of our route. 

 Again, we were so deep that the water was 

 coming into the cart, amidst the screams of the 

 ladies and laughter of the gentlemen. 



At last the sand eel ground is reached ladies 

 produce pretty little hooks ; gentlemen, rakes 

 and baskets ; all is jollity and laughter, and the 

 sand eeling commences. I am astonished to see 

 the numbers that are caught ; the spirit of emu- 

 lation possessed us all, and we worked away for 

 our lives. 



It was a pretty sight to see the different 

 groups flitting about on the moonlit sands, a 

 walking star (the lighted end of a cigar) being- 

 seen now and then, ^p be again lost in darkness 

 almost immediately. Hours have passed away, 

 and no one seems tired of the sport. At last 

 we are warned that the tide has turned, and is 

 making fast, and that it is time to be off a 

 hint not to be neglected. 



The carts are drawn up, and the bridles put 

 on the horses, which had been allowed to eat 



