140 A DAY ON THE YORE. 
of the setting sun sinking to rest behind the mountains, 
but out of all the districts that I have visited in pursuit of 
my favourite sport, give me Yorkshire, my native county, 
with its hospitable, warm-hearted inhabitants ; and no 
pleasure is to me so enthralling as to wander along the 
banks of the stream that is so full of remembrances of my 
early youth, and where I have spent so many happy days 
in company with those whose faces I shall never see again 
in this world—the river Yore.—F. M. W. 
