. The book of months . FEBRUARY —a bunker guarding the eighteenth green ofthe golf-links—showed yellow in front, and nextmoment a flag waved to my right. Thereaftercoarser grass again, and a hundred yards beyondthe stream-bed, where I have delved patientlywith a niblick. Beyond, another fence, and inthe field—out of bounds—large, dark shapes ofcows lying down. One underneath the shadowof a tree I stumbled against, leaving a snort anda stir behind, and I remember laughing at in due time a certain failure of wind, anda halt underneath a young beech - tree withsmooth, rounded stem. Next

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. The book of months . FEBRUARY —a bunker guarding the eighteenth green ofthe golf-links—showed yellow in front, and nextmoment a flag waved to my right. Thereaftercoarser grass again, and a hundred yards beyondthe stream-bed, where I have delved patientlywith a niblick. Beyond, another fence, and inthe field—out of bounds—large, dark shapes ofcows lying down. One underneath the shadowof a tree I stumbled against, leaving a snort anda stir behind, and I remember laughing at in due time a certain failure of wind, anda halt underneath a young beech - tree withsmooth, rounded stem. Next moment the trunkwas between my knees, the trunk also betweenmy arms, strongly wound round it, my cheekagainst the bark, and, panting, I clung to , too, was alive, and strong and hard, and withthat, turning my head, I remember biting thebark till strips of it came off and my lipsbled. Then a bed of old, brown bracken, andwith my fingers I dug in the earth till I felt47 \mm ■M V I m !^i *%;

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