INVITATION TO RHIDOROCH 321 



If a man cannot evolve sufficient pleasure out of 

 stalking in the way I have above described, he is no 

 sportsman, and would probably experience greater 

 satisfaction in mobbing a fox, than hunting him truly 

 and fairly. 



Some years ago I received the following note from 

 an old friend : 



* Dear C, 



'Come up here next Monday and relieve B., 

 who will meet you five miles from Ullapool at ten 

 o'clock, and your horse can take him on and mine 

 bring you here. We have only killed fifteen beasts, 

 and being the 29th of September we shall find it 

 difficult to make up our limit. 



' Yours, 



'G. H. T.' 



I received the above note on a Saturday night on 

 my return from stalking, and therefore was unable to 

 go to the assistance of my friend sooner than Sunday, 

 even if then, for the distance was too far, owing to my 

 having to drive forty-eight miles from the nearest 

 station to the forest. However, after having got 

 everything ready to start after church the next day, I 

 took the train to Dingwall, for by reason of its being 

 Sunday I could get no further, as this train was the 

 only one run on that day ; the consequence being that 

 I had to drive the forty-eight miles to Ullapool, which 

 I reached at ten o'clock at night, and though the 

 scenery through which I had passed exceeded that 

 which I had ever seen in any other county, I was 

 very tired after so long a journey and glad of a night's 

 rest at the snug little inn. 



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