Outing . n. Him hekilled and partly consumed, leav-irg the remainder of the carcassas an insolent reminder to anywhom it might concern that he,the Saint, had passed that way. Thence he passed—always as-cending slowly, through rankedand serried larch, or black cathe-drals of stately pine—to the levelof the upper moors. This wasthe big beat, the grand beat, theplace where Blatant Hardway,Esq., and his friends, shootingfrom butts, were wont to maketheir record one days bag for allNorthern Scotland. You will understand that in Russiaone eats, as one lives, under more thanone restriction—and the wo
Outing . n. Him hekilled and partly consumed, leav-irg the remainder of the carcassas an insolent reminder to anywhom it might concern that he,the Saint, had passed that way. Thence he passed—always as-cending slowly, through rankedand serried larch, or black cathe-drals of stately pine—to the levelof the upper moors. This wasthe big beat, the grand beat, theplace where Blatant Hardway,Esq., and his friends, shootingfrom butts, were wont to maketheir record one days bag for allNorthern Scotland. You will understand that in Russiaone eats, as one lives, under more thanone restriction—and the wolverene hadcome, not willingly, from Russia. Fam-ine to him was something more than aname merely. He had met famine faceto face. So had all his fellow wild folkof those parts, and that made them bothscarce and wary. If he wanted a meal, and he was ofthat tribe who live under a curse ofeternally wanting meals, he had to workfor it. Therefore, when he issued outupon the high moor—a long, squat, men-. THE LAST BLACK-COCK HAD GONEBACK TO THEFROWNINGWOODS. \ e I acing shape steal- / c j! ing in the shad- ] I ows that lay be- \ :• neath the crests \ p?- ?? ? of the waves of?}..:;:•;.;. that purple seas& : of heather—and / •/ found grouse in ( hundreds he—? ^.^ well, he lost his \ head, I suppose. You know thefeeling that comesover a schoolboy who finds himself letloose in a pastry shop, or of a man whoafter years of poverty finds himself sud-denly wealthy? Something of that feel-ing must have assailed the Saint at thatsight of a hunting ground, the fatness ofwhich was beyond his wildest ideas. There is no official return to show theextent of the damage done by that onebeast on the high moor in that singlenight between midnight and an hour be-fore dawn. That he gorged to repletionand continued slaying after gorging sim-ply for the love of the thing is evident. 292 THE OUTING MAGAZINE Not that the wolverene is exactly anagile beast, as agility is counted in thewi
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