ABSTRACT
H I THINK we ought to have some game for Christmas," said my wife to me three days before that festivity. To which I dutifully replied, "Very well. I'll go to Kasici to-morrow." The morrow was not an inviting day, there being a Scotch mist with frequent showers, but on the whole I thought it would do, so started kennel wards about ten o'clock with Duran.
