DRIVING 125 
expectancy after you have been placed for what you 
know is going to be a good drive! Perchance it is a 
bright October day, the temperature perfect, the sun- 
shine warm, and as your feet rest on the sandy soil of 
Cambridgeshire, so congenial to game, you survey 
the scene around you with an easily formed resolution 
in your mind to forget your worries and cares, and 
give yourself up to all the enjoyment which a lovely 
morning, an orderly digestion, and (let us hope) a 
good conscience can combine to afford. You have 
adjusted your distance to the fence to a nicety ; and, 
lightly, but warmly, clad, you balance yourself on your 
shooting-stick in complete comfort ; heightened by 
the consciousness of your perfect pair of guns, your 
carefully-loaded cartridges, and the trustworthy quali- 
ties of your servant or loader kneeling close behind 
you ; his prospective services supplemented by one of 
your host’s smartest under-keepers, and a third season 
wavy-coated retriever of the best breed and varied 
olfactory experience. It is the third drive of the day, 
expected to be one of the best; you are No. 3 of 
the line of six guns, and all your neighbours can be 
relied on not to shoot near the line. In front is an 
ideal fence for driving, some ten or twelve feet 
high, with broken interstices through which you catch 
the blue-green glint of the swedes, and where, later 
