CHAPTER XIX. 



A SPOUTING TRIP TO FRANCE CONTINUED. 



brother having arrived at St. Servan 

 with his yacht, I put Saltfish in the 

 dog-cart, and drove down in two 

 days. I could not prevail upon 

 Debenham to come ; he hated duck shooting, 

 and would rather be " bored" at La Hardouhnay 

 (could he mean a joke ?) I found the " Manola" 

 anchored at Le Solidore, the entrance of the 

 Ranee, which runs up past Dina-n. It is a most 

 beautiful river. A short distance up is the bay 

 of St. Souliac, which is about three miles across ; 

 here is capital duck shooting. They were at 

 this time in countless myriads, as the weather 

 was unusually hard. 



" Halloa, old fellow," exclaimed my brother, 



