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standing waiting until you came to tell you the way to go to the place 

 you desired to reach. 



My friend remarked that the average countryman was different, in 

 that he almost invariably said "Stryte on" when you offered him the 

 query, "Which way to Blank?" My experience was the same in every 

 particular. That "stryte on" threw us off the track in our night run, 

 because of a detour of several miles, more than once. It meant in a 

 general straight direction, but it left out of consideration all small 

 turns or curves from the straight roads. 



Back to Balnagown again \ve had a part of one day and all of an- 

 other to write letters and overhaul our affairs generally, before the 

 three great culminating shooting days arrived. 



