CHAPTER XI 



SOME MEMORIES 



To any one who takes no pleasure in 

 shooting, the pages of a game-book must 

 seem parlous dull reading. The dry, un- 

 informing columns of figures, bearing 

 marked resemblance to the accountant's 

 ledger, the brief notes chiefly dealing with 

 such uninspiring topics as weather con- 

 ditions, and the lists of guns who shared 

 in the sport, soon weary the casual reader's 

 eye. He shuts the book with a yawn, 

 and some wonder how such tedious stufi" 

 should have been thought worth while 

 recording. 



Yet here we have the key to unlock 

 the golden gates of memory ; the im- 

 pressions of all we ever did and saw in 

 our lives are stored away in the brain, 



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