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Caithness, and the mail, as it rattled cheer- 

 fully past, was quite the ' missing link ' with 

 mankind. Morayshire, on the opposite 

 coast, looked like the outline of a new world 

 beyond a calm, blue, dimpled sea; and as I 

 rounded the last crag near Helmsdale, the 

 gently-curving sands of Sutherland lay at my 

 feet, white and warm in the sunshine." 



This narrative would indeed be incomplete 

 were I to omit to repeat that during his long 

 years of patient, unselfish, and conscientious 

 labour, "The Druid" never realised more 

 than ^600 in a single year. During the last 

 few months of his life, his services were re- 

 tained by Mr. Robinson, of the Daily News, 

 to write sporting and agricultural leaders for 

 that journal. Had it been possible to keep 

 him alive by pouring liquid gold down his 

 throat, Mr. Robinson and Mr. Labouchere 

 would gladly have sanctioned the necessary 

 outlay. It was not to be. As he himself 

 said of the prematurely sacrificed life of the 

 young and gallant nobleman who owned The 

 Earl and The Duke, and won the Cesare- 

 witch with Lecturer, " All the wheels were 

 down," and after the spring of 1870, the 



