184 A GAMEKEEPER'S NOTE-BOOK 



empty one tumbler, you will need will-power, if not 

 willingness, to avoid taking another glassful. To 

 leave a drop of home-brewed wine, when once you 

 have tasted it, is an insult to the maker. We re- 

 member how the wife of a keeper was unjustly blamed 

 for the power of her rhubarb wine, of which a caller 

 had partaken freely. He went his way smacking his 

 lips ; lighting his pipe, he strolled happily along a 

 path of rabbit-mown turf, through a fine old part. 

 But in a little while he felt a desire to lie down, ani 

 soon his groans were spreading panic among the park: 

 deer. He cursed the gamekeeper's wife and her 

 rhubarb wine ; but it turned out that he had borrowed 

 from the keeper a little flowers of sulphur, which, 

 escaping from its packet, had found a way into his 

 pipe : hence his pain and sickness. 



