r, soon put an end to conjec- tures. Our course is now S.E. direct for the Cape — many birds have been flying about us. 20th. — What a busy day this is with you — preparing for grouse shooting. Shall I ever shoot grouse with you again ? As I have nothing else to do, I must scribble poetry on the oc…
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r, soon put an end to conjec- tures. Our course is now S.E. direct for the Cape — many birds have been flying about us. 20th. — What a busy day this is with you — preparing for grouse shooting. Shall I ever shoot grouse with you again ? As I have nothing else to do, I must scribble poetry on the occasion. FIRST DAY OF THE SHOOTING SEASON— AT SEA. Oh, what a spirit-stirring day For me would this have been, Had I on land been doomed to stay ; But here, how changed the scene ! I tread not now the heathy plains, Nor climb the mountain's side, Where undisturb'd the moor-cock reigns In solitary pride. My path is on the trackless wave,.
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