342 The Hunting Grounds 



The sun had now gone down, and the fast expiring 

 twilight was deepening into night and barely sufficed 

 to disclose the beauties of the surrounding scenery, so 

 we adjourned to the camp-fire, where all were busily 

 engaged in preparing the evening meal ; and the 

 consequent bustle which ensued presented a strange 

 contrast to the dreamy stillness that a few minutes 

 before pervaded this romantic sylvan dell. After a 

 smoke and a chat round the fire, we set the watch 

 and turned in, well satisfied with our day's sport. 



