"A GRAN' SHOT!" 59 



Fortunately there were few natives within hearing and the sheep did 

 not seem to care. Perhaps a sheep has a fine ear for good music 

 anyway, or possibly it is just simply patience. Perhaps it is as well 

 that the real reason for the complacency of the sheep within sound 

 of my singing is undiscoverable. 



Just as we slipped down a long smooth hill near the lodge gates 

 of a fine country place practically eighteen miles from the starting 

 point, the engine, which had been showing some signs of an internal 

 disorder, decided that it had done enough for the moment and quit. 



We had already made some sacrifices to placate this demon of 

 the motor, or at least I had, for just after we left the enclosure of 

 Benmore, curling smoke advising an absence of water in the radiator 

 also disclosed a condition of poverty with regard to any vessel with 

 which to bring and pour the aqueous fluid, easily available otherwise 

 from the nearest burn. 



I was wearing a Yankee hat of close, firm felt, and I offered it up 

 upon the altar of necessity as a water vessel. It served its purpose 

 well, but it came back to my head a shade on the damp side. The 

 Chief was rather petulant with the motor, but he gave no expression 

 in words to what he felt. He only said, "Well, just wait here until 

 the other car comes and change to that. Alec (the chauffeur) can put 

 this thing in order and come on after us." 



The following car arrived in a few moments and we transferred to 

 her, thence on over a pleasant road through varied scenery for 

 perhaps fifteen miles more in this motor, when it, too, exhibited un- 

 mistakable signs of overheating. Once more the hat was requisitioned. 

 Over a stone wall by the side of the road the nearest water was, a 

 little pool in a cow pasture, and the fluid which it contained was 

 not overly clean. 



We formed a fire brigade on the spot. The Warrior over the 

 wall filled the hat with water and brought it to me. I carried it to 

 the car where the Chief poured from the hat into the steaming radiator. 

 There was a great deal of mud in this water and by the time we had 

 succeeded in satisfying the thirst of the motor my hat presented 

 rather a sorry spectacle of soiled and pulpy felt. 



Campbell, the head keeper, came to my rescue with a hat from his 

 kit. It was one of those little cloth affairs which make one look like 



