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Moorland and Stream; With Notes and Prose Idylls on Shooting and Trout Fishing

Moorland and Stream; With Notes and Prose Idylls on Shooting and Trout Fishing

Barry, William

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ISBN10: 1151695629
ISBN13: 9781151695628
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 52
Weight: 0.24
Height: 0.11 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1871. Excerpt: ... PICTURES FROM THE WISP. CHAPTER I. AN OLD SPORTSMAN. On the brown edge of Glenaugh Mountain my uncle Joe lived in the Wisp. The Wisp was a stone mansion, with a small patch of garden in front, in which our henchman, Jack Sullivan, made certain experiments in horticulture, which, like many experiments in other pursuits, ended in nothing. Uncle Joe was a bachelor of small means, but was passionately addicted to shooting and fishing. These tastes he was in a great measure able to gratify, by acting as agent for a gentleman who owned most of the moorland and mountain in the district, and had the right of fishing in the river which flowed through the valley. Glenaugh was not an inviting spot for a winter residence. As far almost as the eye could reach, nothing was to be seen but a region of bog and heather. The heather stretched away up the mountain and round its base, save where here and there white and green reeds marked the treacherous morass. But Uncle Joe cared not for poetical landscapes. Glenaugh was a famous spot for game. Many a night, when my uncle and I had our guns brought up to the cosy parlour for inspection after cleaning by Jack Sullivan--many a night have we paused at hearing, between the shrill screams of the wind, the melancholy piping of the plover, or the call of the mallard, the whistle of the teal. The heather gave cover to great quantities of snipe and a fair share of woodcock; the bogs were literally full of snipe. Uncle Joe and I had the shooting of the whole place to ourselves. Our best month decidedly was December. There were, strange to say, no grouse in the district; and although the snipe made their appearance in October and November, still it was not until the first touch of frost came that they were in their prime, and in t...

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