. Mountains and molehills; or, Recollections of a burnt journal. cess that engendered hope, only to render thefailure of the last match more intolerable; the darklong night, dreary, drizzling, with one of us on guardfor danger, and all unable to sleep, watching impa-tiently for the morning, with the first dull streak ofwhich we stretch our half stiffened limbs, and shoul-dering the dead game, that no camp-fire over nightconverted into a well-earned and needful supper, seeksome sheltered spot elsewhere, and make a break-fast of it. The recollection of nights like these—and they fall to the lot
. Mountains and molehills; or, Recollections of a burnt journal. cess that engendered hope, only to render thefailure of the last match more intolerable; the darklong night, dreary, drizzling, with one of us on guardfor danger, and all unable to sleep, watching impa-tiently for the morning, with the first dull streak ofwhich we stretch our half stiffened limbs, and shoul-dering the dead game, that no camp-fire over nightconverted into a well-earned and needful supper, seeksome sheltered spot elsewhere, and make a break-fast of it. The recollection of nights like these—and they fall to the lot of every hunter—causes oneto contemplate the blazing embers with a simplegratitude, that is not always engendered elsewhereby the possession of the comforts of this world. We had a leash of hares, which being skinned andcleaned were impaled on withers and placed at the fireto roast, where they looked like three martyrs flayedalive, and staked. Whilst they were cooking wefilled the red-wood clump with several armfuls of longoat-straw from the adjacent After worrying the three hares, we lighted ourpipes, and picquetting the dogs round us, we gave our-selves up to the pleasures of a comparison of thehappiness of our position as compared with that ofother men, and then I sunk into a gentle slumber (ofcomse), while my companions snored in unison withthe dogs. We rose with the sun ; and properly speaking, Ishould take advantage of that fact to inform the readerwhat part of the surrounding scenery was first bathedin yellow light, and what remained in obscurity;what the deep blue of the distant mountains con-trasted with, and what completed the picture in theforeground: but these things are to be found betterdescribed in any book of travels of the day; and 102 MOUNTAINS AND MOLEHILLS. moreover, at the time of which I am writing, 1 wasnot gazing at the landscape, but was proceedingrather mipoetically to bathe in the river, munchingon my way the leg of a cold martyr. In the co
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