mmmsm itmw^w^NtWiWw^^ ASIA (•farttell MntttEraitg ffiibtarg Utifaca, S^etn ^atk CHARLES WILLIAM WASON COLLECTION CHINA AND THE CHINESE THE GIFT OF CHARLES WILLIAM WASON CLASS OF 1876 1918 SK 31.G48""" ""'""""y Library *^lfflSl&,.ffia.,;?,Syentu.res in Europ Cornell University Library The original of tliis bool< is in tine Cornell University Library. There are no known copyright restrictions in the United States on the use of the text. http://www.archive.org/details/cu31924024000915 ALL ROUND THE WORLD. A dventures in Europe^ Asia, Africa, and America. By PARKER GILLMORE, "UBIQUE." AUTHOR OF ' GUN, ROD, AND SADDLE ;' 'ACCESSIBLE FIELD SPORTS,' &c. &c. &c. WITH ILLUSTRATIONS By SIDNEY P. HALL. !?(H I - I) ' ' ' 1 Y ^ L'ON DON: CHAPMAN and' ^ALL, '193, PICCADILLY. 1871. PAGE CONTENTS. Chap. I. Boyhood and Mischief . . . . i II. My First Steeplechase . . . i6 III. A Run with the Gibraltar Foxhounds . 29 IV. Rambles in Spain .... 39 V. Barbary Field Sports . . . .47 VI. Afloat in the Mediterranean and Ashore IN North Africa .... 61 VII. An Indian Hunting Encampment . . 67 VIII. First Blood ..... 75 IX. A Sharp Burst . . . . .82 X. The Storm ..... 88 XI. A Veteran Boar . . . . .95 XII. The Search for the Murderer . . 105 XIII. The Tiger's Death . . . .113 XIV. A Forest Scene . . . .120 XV. Catching a Shark . . . .125 XVI. Tricking an Alligator . . . 131 XVII. Fast on a Coral Reef . . . .138 XVIII. A Battle in a Billiard Room . . .143 XIX. Chased by a Buffalo . . . .149 ,^.-XX. Among Chinese Pirates . . . 157 ^-XXI. Shooting near Hong Kong . . .164 XXII. Drifting to Death . , . .175 iv Contents. Chap. pai^e XXIII. Wild Duck Shooting • 183 XXIV. First Hurdle Race in Japan . 200 XXV. Voyage through the Japanese Inland Seas 206 XXVI. El Dorado ... .219 XXVII. A Day in Sonora . . 227 XXVIII. The Parks of America 234 XXIX. A Hunting Misadventure . 251 XXX. Career of an Emigrant . 261 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. Tropical Pall-Bearers . . . FrontispLw " Last Chance," late "Now or Never" . to face page i\ At Bay ... Our Camp Incapable of Mischief .... A Rude Intrusion . The Patriarch's Attendants 59 90 ALL ROUND THE WORLD. CHAPTER I. BOYHOOD AND MISCHIEF. MY FATHER was a good and ardent sportsman ; as a shot he was inferior to few, while I have" never met any person who could beat him as a fly-fisher- man ; even till the last days allotted him on earth, he could find pleasure by the brawling stream, and although his eye had lost its brilliancy and his hand its quick- ness, still numerous were the fine trout and salmon that rewarded his labour. Doubtless it is from my father that I inherit this enthusiasm for field sports which has induced me to seek game in almost every portion of the globe, not only for the sake of slaughter, but in order to study their habits and instincts. Nor am' I satiated ; the table may lose its attractions, the wine cup cease to gratify, and the majority of the amusements of youth become stale and tedious, still I crave for those inno- B All Round the World. cent pleasures which man enjoys to perfection when alone with nature, away from the strife and turmoil of society, where the gun and rifle are his truest and most trustworthy friends. The first episode in field sports I can remember was hunting water-rats, by the side of a beautiful trout- stream that flowed round the lower portion of the grounds attached to my boyhood's home. In those days I possessed a brace of terriers, which were my constant associates ; they understood my voice as well as if they had been of my own race ; they obeyed my orders more promptly than any Eastern slave ; there existed between us a bond of affection that was inde- scribable, yet all-powerful. Wherever I went, they ac- companied me ; whether it was to fish, walk, or ride. Quiz and Gip were never far off, and at night they frequently became my bedfellows. In the autumn, when the crops had been gathered and housed, the unfortunate rats sought seclusion and shelter among the tangled weeds and rushes that mar- gined the stream, for the scythe of the reaper had ex- posed their ordinary retreats and hiding-places. As soon as lessons were over, I and my canine pets repaired to our hunting-ground. The dogs knew well their work ; every possible hiding-place was beaten ; flags, burrs, or waterlilies, were thoroughly scrutinised, till at length a hole containing our game was found, or a new and strong trail discovered. A sharp quick bark would indicate the welcome news, and the fun and ex- citement soon became fast and furious. At length the game is driven to the water ; a sudden splash, as if a Boyhood and Mischief. stone had been rolled from the bank, tells the story, and one or both the dogs jump into the stream in pursuit, and swim to the centre, awaiting the reappearance of the foe. Over a minute elapses ; all our nerves are strung to the utmost tension from excitement, when up comes the rat, possibly many yards from where his enemies await him ; but their vision is sharp ; the first break on the surface caused by the head of the pursued is sufficient for their quick sight, and at the unfortunate they go. A stroke more, and one might fancy the pursued would be in Quiz's clutches. Not so. Just as the dog is about to seize the prey, the crafty rodent dives, and this game is played again and again, till the poor vermin, exhausted and half drowned, fails to get below the surface with sufficient rapidity, and so loses its life. When I was about twelve, a great event took place in my hunting career. It was at the end of autumn, and a cold, wintry sun illuminated the joyless land- scape. I was returning home after a long tramp, while my companions (the dogs) trotted wearily at heel, for they had run themselves almost to a stand-still in pursuit of hares and rabbits. Suddenly they both uttered a short quick yelp and rushed from me. I followed at best speed, and just as I turned a corner of hedge, I saw a large polecat enter a dilapidated piece of wall not more than a couple of yards in front of his pursuers. Rats had been large game previously, but here was an adversary that far eclipsed them. Never had I seen the dogs so excited ; they positively screamed out their rage, and even gnawed the stones that afforded a temporary sanctuary to their enemy. An hour's labour failed to dislodge the B 2 All Round the World. foe, and my success appeared more than doubtful, when a labourer came up and helped me to demolish the old structure of granite and mortar. Hereupon the polecat, finding the position untenable, made a sally, but he was unable to fight through his foes, and a moment later game little Gip had him by the loins, in a grip which would have killed a much larger adversary. The odour which the polecat emitted during our efforts to get at him, and after his death, did not frighten the dogs. On the con- trary, ever afterwards, when such an effluvia would greet their nostrils, the hair on their backs would rise, and their eyes flash with more than ordinary excitement. My first shooting experiences began at school in the neighbourhood of the beautiful town of Hamilton, Lanarkshire. On returning, after the holidays, one of our number related how, during his visit at home, he had fired a gun and killed the object of his aim. He dilated with such flowing language upon the pleasures of shoot- ing, and the easiness of becoming a crack shot, that we all became smitten with an eager longing to be pos- sessors of a gun. A collection among my schoolfellows, amounting to twelve and sixpence, was made for this purpose, and a committee of three appointed to super- intend the outlay of the public funds. The starter of the idea was of course selected as one of the honourable trio, for he had become a great man, in the estimation of his fellows, since his home-exploits. I also was honoured with office, because my father was a military man, and because I was destined to serve my Queen and country, and was therefore expected to know more of fire-arms and their use than the common crowd. The Boyhood and Mischief. third — and here the sense of my countrymen was exhi- bited — was selected for his shrewdness in making bar- gains, for although he never spent any money or brought playthings from home, yet always before the term was over his stock of tops, marbles, bats, and balls exceeded all others. What he was in boyhood, he is now in mature years — a wealthy but still hard-working successful foreign merchant. Having secretly made enquiries, one Saturday after- noon we sallied forth to visit a tinkering gunsmith. Long and serious was our conference ; at length a bargain was struck — I might rather say that we obtained three bargains ; namely, an old and dilapidated gun-stock, the lock of an antiquated horse-pistol, and a barrel, red with rust, but declared to be of most superior quality. The smith undertook to put these together, and have them ready for use that day week. The intermediate time passed slowly. Friday had arrived, when a most serious and previously unforeseen difficulty arose. Who was to go for the gun .? All shirked this responsible duty; to carry fire-arms, even through back streets, in broad daylight was more than any one dared. First one was saddled with the task, then another, each in his turn being accused of cowardice when he refused. Angry words ensued, and even a battle in which one of the combatants got a severe black ej?-e. At length we determined to cast lots to decide who was to perform the objectionable office, and the unlucky number fell to me. School was dismissed at the usual hour on the important Saturday ; my com- panions were to assemble in a little copse in a neighbour- All Round the World. ing orchard, where I was to join them with the gun. When I reached the gunsmith, and received our pur- chase, I confided my fears to its vendor. Fortunately I did so, for he truly proved a friend, and despatched his assistant with the treasure to the place of rendezvous, which I reached by a different route. With due com- ments, and advice from all, under the supervision of the gunsmith's boy, our single barrel was loaded. To whom was the honour of the first shot to be confided t With universal acclamation, the companion who had shot during the holidays was selected ; but to our surprise he modestly declined the offer. Some went so far as to say he was a muff and afraid, and had never fired a gun in his life ; but even such insinuations would not alter his determination. As the gunsmith's assistant was second choice, he took the weapon with the air of a man ; his courage and manner made a great impression, and he temporarily became a hero. Next, for a victim. Each limb and bough was searched, and at length an unfortu- nate robin, whistling, yet shivering in the cold autumnal atmosphere, was found ; the crowd halted, the adven- turous marksman advanced ; some dared the advice that " Now was the time ! You are close enough ! " What impertinence to pretend to know more of projectiles and their range than a gunmaker's assistant ! Closer, closer he crept, with cautious measured stride ; every be- holder held his breath ; not five yards severed the songster from his destroyer; the gun was raised, an aim taken, oh ! such a long aim — from its length doubtless we considered it very deadly ; a report fol- lowed, all rushed to the scene, and scarcely more than Boyhood and Mischief. a bunch of feathers remained to tell the tale of the murdered robin ! Various were our successes that day ; we brought down a blackbird and thrush, while I winged a house-sparrow. Then with our game and the gun dismembered we stealthily, like guilty marauders, sought the awe-inspiring school-precincts. Shooting was, you may suppose, the sole subject of that evening's conversation. Those who had been so fortunate as to kill were heroes ; those who had missed were never tired asking for details which might ensure success. As our gun required washing after so much work, a quiet hour, when all in the house were supposed to have retired to rest, was selected for the purpose. Por- tions of shirts, with innumerable pocket-handkerchiefs, were sacrificed, and voluntarily offered for this service, when, to the surprise of all, in walked the Dominie ! All fled to their couches in dismay, and our well-prized and proved gun fell into the hands of the enemy, never again to revert to its rightful owners. Not only did we suffer this loss, but on Monday all were arraigned ; the surrep- titious introduction of the weapon formed the subject of a court of enquiry, and each of the supposed ringleaders got a jolly good whacking. Months rolled by ; the punishment I had received on the occasion just stated had lost much of its effect through the lapse of time, and I was again seduced into a shooting escapade. A big boy, two years older than myself, had arranged with a cotter for the loan of a gun at the rate of sixpence for the afternoon. Funds, how- ever, were wanted for ammunition ; and as I was known All Round the World. to be flush, and, at the same time, trustworthy, I was admitted into partnership. Without mishap we arrived at our hunting-ground, the margin of a brook, near which rabbits had been seen. With bunny our acquaintance did not amount to intimacy. At last a water-hen was flushed ; she flew into a tree, where she was ignominiously and unfeeHngly slaughtered. When our game was picked up, a horrible thought struck us. Perhaps we had been guilty of a violation of the game laws. The dead bird and gun would certainly lead to our detection, and then we should be shut up in gaol. Accordingly, we resolved to hide the gun in some grass, and sink the bird in the first deep pool we reached, by tying a stone to its feet. Our guilty conscience for many a long day caused us to bury this secret in our bosoms. In fact, for weeks after the transaction, any unusually forcible ring at the hall door caused my heart to jump into my throat, as I felt certain it must emanate from an officer of the law, clothed with powers which would justify our arrest, dead or alive. At length school-days ended — alas, that they should ! for my young friends will find, as time rolls on, that they are not the least happy of life — and from a relation I accepted, with the approval of my parents, an invita- tion to Cumberland. This was a delightful visit. I was actually trusted with a double-barrel, and had a pony to ride on. Which I enjoyed the most, it would be difficult to say. One portion of the day I was on horseback, the other dealing destruction to the unfor- tunate feathered beauties that came in my way. Now that I am older, and, I hope, wiser, I regret having been the cause of such objectless massacres. Boyhood and Mischief. 9 As for the pony, I broke his knees jumping a fence large enough for a thorough-bred to tumble over, and he therefore was unfit for work till time had patched up the injury. For shooting by accident an old and valued hen belonging to a neighbouring Quakeress lady, I was deprived of fire-arms : and without gun, without horse, I became most miserable ; in fact, they had become part and parcel of my existence, and the deprivation of them was the greatest punishment I could suffer. Moping about one day, not knowing what to do, a terrier of well-known pluck followed me, for I and the dogs of all degrees were ever intimate. I entered a large grass field, in the lower portion of which a flock of geese were feeding on the margin of a horse-pond. Without thought, "Pincher" was ordered into the water, probably with the intention of intimidating the birds ; but he mistook my meaning, seized the gander by the neck, the rest of the flock rushed to the rescue, and, to save the dog's life, I had to wade up to my waist to assist him. It was a splendid fight. The dog's pluck would not permit his surrendering or letting go the enemy, while the bird's comrades stuck to their chief with the most persistent courage. Doubtless but for a stick I had picked up and used with hearty good- will Pincher would have been drowned. As it was, he received numerous severe bruises ; but, in return, he deprived the gander of life. However, my escapade had been seen, the story was exaggerated, and, after a lecture on the disgrace attached to such heinous con- duct, I was, sorely against my will, despatched home to Scotland. TO All Round the World. « With advancing years my love for shooting and fishing increased. Cricket and foot-ball were neglected ; peg-tops and marbles ceased to be attractive. I craved solely for the excitement of field sports. At length a chance occurred. A kind old uncle paid my father a visit ; and on leaving, he gave me a very genuine tip, a portion of which I determined to spend in a fishing excursion to the Highlands. A description of the capture of my first salmon may not be uninteresting. In less than an hour I reached the spot where I intended to commence operations. I was not a little disappointed to find the water still too thick; but I hoped, by using different varieties of red hackles, to pick up a few fish along the shallow edges of the rapids. My luck was not good, and by the time Old Sol had reached his greatest altitude, I began to despair of a heavy basket, and disgust at want of success had taken a strong hold of my feelings. My appetite also put in a claim for attention ; so, seating myself on a boulder close to the water, I enjoyed, with no very enviable feelings, my frugal and limited meal — " Nursing my wrath to keep it warm.'' Having thus dawdled away a couple of hours, the decline of the sun warned me that I had still some way to walk. Picking up my rod and landing-net to put my intentions in operation, I was surprised by the splash of a heavy fish not twenty yards below me, in the clear water formed by the entrance of a mountain rivulet, which, from its lesser size, had settled sooner than the larger stream. It struck me, not having seen the dis- Boyhood and Mischief. 1 1 turber, that it probably was a large brook trout, or, perhaps, a sea one — more likely the former — as the season had not yet arrived for these active and silvery beauties to migrate from their salt-water abodes. With bent back, and cautious, steady step, I advanced within casting distance. My heart beat faster, and all my know- ledge was put in practice to throw a light and skilful fly. My father was a fisherman. What a triumph, if I should kill a larger fish than he had ! With what pride should I display my prize, and afterwards narrate my prowess ! Moreover, would I longer be considered a boy ? Should I not have a right to claim a position among acknowledged anglers } Such thoughts as these passed through my brain rapid as electricity. How anxiously did I pray for success ! What advantage would I not have taken, if opportunity offered, to become the possessor of so noble a prize ! I even fear I might have been guilty of murder, and used a gaff or fish- spear to accomplish my object, if those implements had been within reach, and I could have advantageously wielded them! My trail fly had scarcely touched the water when a dull sullen plunge was made at it, and the dark broad back of a well-grown salmon showed itself Instinctively with the splash I struck, and with delight felt that I was fast in a foe whose claims to supremacy among the piscatorial tribe have never been disputed. The fish appeared scarcely to be aware of the dangerous game he was playing, as for some minutes it remained stationary, and one might have been doubtful of having him on but for the tremulous motion that passed up the line and 12 All Round the World. rod to my hand. For several minutes the salmon re- mained in statu quo, but on my putting on a little addi- tional pressure, my eyes were quickly opened, for with the speed of a racehorse making a Chiffney finish or the descent of a wild duck to its feeding-ground in a gale of wind, the salmon started down stream. I had but a hundred and forty feet of line on my reel, and unless I followed, I felt certain he would soon run it out and smash everything. After the foe, down river, I started, flying, running, and jumping, over stones, gullies, and rocks, which, under ordinary cir- cumstances, I would have thought and looked at a a second time before facing. In this manner at least two hundred and fifty yards of the roughest ground was passed at a quicker pace than I have ever been able to accomplish before or since. This spurt had evidently tired the fish, although, if he could only have known how much worse was my state, he would have kept up the steam a little longer, as half a dozen strides would have fairly pumped me. 'QvX fortuna favet fortibus. The fish now changed his tactics, slackening his pace to a four- mile-to-the-hour pace, keeping down deeper than pre- viously. The opportunity was not lost to reel up all line I dared take in, and to get myself in preparation and breathing condition for the next heat. One thing which makes salmon more difficult to handle than all other fish is the uncertainty of its movements ; you lose one through some new stratagem, and you make up your mind to be prepared to counteract it, when the next opportunity offers, but what is your surprise when directly the opposite are the dodges followed, so that by Boyhood and Mischief. 1 3 avoiding Scylla you run into Charybdis. A salmon is also a fish of very enlarged ideas. He appears to have a perfect disregard of distance ; and when he makes a start, if not stopped, he leaves the impression that he is off to the other side of the ocean or the Antipodes. My fish continued now sailing up and down, within fifteen or twenty yards, and keeping close to the bottom ; an insane idea struck me of having a good look at my beauty, and I put pressure on my rod (a very light, twelve-foot trout one), but without the slightest effect. His weight was such, combined with his strength, that my tackle must have broken had I persisted. In moving along the precipitous bank my foot displaced a stone, which rolled into the river with a splash. The hint was evidently all that was wanted, and off my friend again went, with all his previous celerity ; but this run was not quite as long, and, as a little alteration in the pro- gramme, the fish finished the burst by jumping three times out of the water, giving me a good opportunity of judging his weight and proportions ; and previous ex- perience told me, from his contour, that it would well turn fifteen pounds. The two heats had done their work, or his lordship was in a more amiable state of mind, as, with care, I could now stop his course and keep him closer to the surface ; but an occasional angry dash of his tail warned me not to attempt too many liberties. I kept my eyes on the alert for a piece of gravel-bank on which to coax him from his element, having dropped my landing-net in the excitement of the first race because it was too small ; but this was rather precipitate, for not more than half my work was over. Up 1 4 All Round the World. and down I walked, gave line and took it in as opportu- nity offered, and I began to think that I was more of a victim than my attache. Over forty minutes had I been playing my fish and taking the most violent exercise, undergoing at the same time the greatest mental excite- ment, and yet I was apparently as far from success as at the start. The only part of the river I could find where the bank sufficiently shelved to slide him ashore was on the other side, so across I went. These mountain brooks are treacherous things to wade ; from six inches of water, the next step you take may be to your neck, if not farther ; and if, when so agreeably situated, the enemy should take another fancy, and challenge you to a third heat, good-bye to all your hopes — your castles in the air would most ruthlessly be demolished. After getting in up to my waist, I safely landed without accident, and, after one or two unsuccessful attempts, got my prey into shoal water, out of which, with a dexterous hoist with both hands, I transferred my victim to terra firma. My fatigue, exertion, and wetting were now all forgotten, and I fairly yelled with pleasure. Again and again I looked at him, and never tired admiring his gigantic and handsomely developed proportions. Many and many a time have I recalled that day, and remember with greater pleasure the killing of my first salmon than almost any sporting adventure in an adventurous life. Next year, with my parents, I removed to Ireland. Our residence was in the centre of a good hunting, shooting, and fishing county ; and as my education was supposed to be completed, I had nothing to do but enjoy myself Those were happy days. I can never foro-et Boyhood and Mischief. 1 5 them. With what pleasure did I exhibit to my dear old father the results of my exertions and skill ! how delighted did I feel on receiving his commendation ! And then, when my beloved mother would express uneasiness lest I should over-fatigue myself or catch cold, I would cast my arms around her, and kiss away all her alarms. Take my advice, young gentlemen : value and respect your parents while they are with you ; attend to their admonitions, for when it is the will of Providence to remove them, their place can never be refilled. Their solicitude is the result of pure unselfish affection, such as you will never find in the cold, pitiless, unfeeling world. But time fled on rapidly. I became fretful and un- settled ; a desire to roam had taken possession of me ; no longer had small game the same attraction. At night, in my dreams, tigers and bears howled around me ; at one moment, I had a hairbreadth escape ; next I shot single-handed the dreaded man-eater, till I became so discontented and uneasy that I shunned society, and kept entirely to myself. i6 All Round the World. CHAPTER II. MY FIRST STEEPLECHASE. ABOUT this date I got into a sad scrape. A thoroughbred mare, which my father had possessed and ridden as his charger for many years, was the dam of a four-year-old colt, very handsome and valuable. This colt was the old gentleman's pet. Every day he visited it in the stable, and seldom without taking it a piece of bread or sugar. Several times I had been permitted to cross this horse, and once ride him with hounds. I soon found out that he was remarkably fast, and a very clever fencer. In our neighbourhood there lived a young fellow, a few years over my age, half gentleman, half jockey. As he was known to be a gambler, and not over-scrupulous in horse-flesh transactions, his character was not highly esteemed. With uneasiness my parents saiiMus often together, and I was repeatedly warned, though in vain, that such society would do me injury. Returning on my pony one morning^ from the post My First Steeplechase. 17 town, I met the forbidden associate. He had been schooling a slashing-looking, big, raw-boned chesnut, and spoke enthusiastically of its performances. As a belt of good galloping grass-land stretched along the road, I asked him to show me how his new acquisition moved, upon which he gave the nag his head, and shook him into a three-quarter gallop. After traversing two or three hundred yards, he ran his mount at a wall at the end of the enclosure four feet high, or possibly more. The chesnut topped it cleverly, to the delight of his rider. " Wouldn't you like such a flyer in your stables ?" said he ; "he can beat any horse in the county, either on the flat or across country." Now, although there was no denying the excellence of the horse in question, I felt perfectly certain that my father's favourite, Sir Charles, with anything like proper allowance of weight for age, could run away from such an antagonist. Nor did I hesitate to say so, which resulted in a challenge. At first I declined, knowing that my father would not let me have Sir Charles for such a purpose ; but being unmercifully chaffed, up to the verge of insult, I accepted the proposal. The amount of the stakes was a mere trifle, at the same time as large a sum as my small purse would allow, and, upon being pressed over and over again to double the bets, I was obliged to confess with shame to my antagonist that I had no more money. That evening we met at a farmhouse, and arranged the distance, place, and date of the race. We selected the day on which my father was in the habit of going to a neighbouring city to draw his pay. Before the event C All Round the World. came off, I succeeded in obtaining permission, through my mother's intercession, to take Sir Charles out, and each time I did so you may be sure he got a good breather. As it would not do to take the colt home warm, I arranged that a stable attache should meet me some distance off, where a scrape and rub down could be given without attracting attention ; and also that the horse might come home not looking the worse for his exercise. As time passed, and the eventful date ap- proached, more and more I wished to back out, even if I had to pay forfeit of all the stakes ; but a false pride intervened. I would not listen to the small warning voice of conscience, and therefore continued to act a part towards those who loved me of which I ought to have been heartily ashamed. With nervous anxiety, I saw my father depart on his quarterly errand. An hour afterwards, and only a few minutes before the colt should have received his noonday feed, I threw my leg over him, and started for the place of rendezvous. On reaching it I found, to my surprise, quite a number of labourers and servants assembled. The proceedings, which I hoped would not be known by any but ourselves, had leaked out ; in fact, I found that my adversary had been making a book on the results, and consequently all who had thus obtained a monied interest were naturally anxious to be spectators. The chesnut stripped admirably, possibly a little low in flesh ; still he was much improved. The knocks and bangs he had shown on my first seeing him, and which gave him rather a stale look, had all disappeared. My expectation of winning was therefore much shaken, and My First Steeplechase, but for the spectators I should have backed out ; for I feared that, if I won, it would be after a hard struggle, and the colt was not in condition to endure a severe contest. On all sides I heard the odds freely given in favour of my adversary, with but few takers. At length, when a blustering fellow, whom I knew by eyesight — he was a cattle-dealer — offered four to one against Sir Charles, and some time was passed without an acceptor, I was almost on the point of booking it myself, when a quiet inoffensive-looking man took up the offer, and entered it ; at the same time observing that, sooner than disappoint any one, he would not decline repeating the operation. This revived my courage. Just as the race was about to be run, I was joined by the silent personage, who apologised for interrupting me, and then gave me the following instructions : — " Young gentleman, I'm an old hand, know a deal more than I look to, know that chesnut since he was a yearling, know his failings and his good points, for I have often had a leg over him. Just take my advice : make a waiting race of it. Let him lead you till the last jump is over ; and then, if you can't beat him in the straight run home at the finish, the fault is yours, not your horse's. There's a stun in your favour ; and big as the other looks, he never could carry weight ; them that's tallest on their pins hain't always the most substance." Never being above listening to advice, but using my own judgment whether to act upon it or not, I saw at once that the unknown speaker was correct in his idea of how the race should be ridden, and no person, fortu- nately, had overheard his instructions. C 2 20 All Round the World. After a glance at the girths, I quietly gained my saddle, and joined my adversary, who was impatiently waiting my arrival, for his mount was extremely fidgety. Without difficulty we got away, the chesnut forcing the running, and hauling his rider nearly out of his seat. I followed without pushing, and, ere a quarter of a mile was passed, found, to my great relief, that my foe was far in- ferior in speed, provided he was now really going his best. None of the fences exceeded the average of hunting- jumps, excepting the last, which was a post and rails, with water on the landing-side. This leap, although stiffish, was only awkward from a drop in the ground where you came at it ; and from previous experience of Sir Charles's capacities, I had little dread but that he would be able and willing to take me safely over. Up to this time scarcely four strides had separated us. Evidently it had been the object of my opponent to force the pace. As we approached the last fence, he found out that such a game was impossible, so adopted a new stratagem, which is often successful when a young horse is the opponent. He rushed his horse at the last fence, and caused the animal to baulk, just as he gathered his legs under him to make the leap. But I was too close abreast of him for the ruse to succeed. With a touch of spur and whip, as well as a word of encou- ragement, Sir Charles, without falter, rose to his leap, and, as the saying goes, took me halfway into the next field ere he touched ground again. My adversary knew that he was beaten ; he never attempted to make up lost distance ; so I cantered past the winning-post an easy conqueror. Boy-like, and even man-like, Ifelt no small amount My First Steeplechase. 21 of pleasure at the result, though my conscience warned me that my father would be ej^cessively annoyed, when the story reached his ears. Had I possessed courage to endure the chaff about being still in the nursery which was showered down upon me, I should not have been in my present difficulty. I got my horse home without exciting suspicion. Even the old groom made no remarks on his appear- ance, for, previous to returning, behind a hay-rick Sir Charles had undergone a good grooming from two able- bodied stable-lads ; nor had he suffered in heart, for never did I feel the brave colt travel homewards more cockily. Still I was uneasy, and again and again during the few hours preceding my father's return I visited his stall. Fortunately he continued all right. He emptied his manger with more than usual appetite ; and I was thankful to find that, although I had been disobedient and deceitful, I had not done the animal injury. At length the old gentleman returned. A dark frown was settled upon his face, and when he told me in a peremptory manner that he wished to see me in his room, I knew the secret was out. I will pass over what happened, except to say that my father perceived that travelling was the best remedy for my restless, adven- turous spirit, and gave me permission to go abroad. By this time I had become a proficient in the use of the gun and rod. I had already killed almost every descriptioh of British game, as well as sundry salmon. I also had learned to tie either a trout or salmon fly equal in finish to those emanating from the hands of a professional. Hitherto I had shot for the sake of 22 All Round the World. boasting of the numbers I could bag ; but a change, possibly resulting from my skill, took place. The habits of game and their modes of life became my constant study. To see my setters hunt and display their sagacity was enjoyed ; to see the game go off scathless, although in my power, was a still greater pleasure. Since then I have ceased to shoot when my bag has been sufficiently replenished, and my forbearance has produced a higher feeling of satisfaction than I should have otherwise enjoyed. I am glad to say that the class of naturalist sportsmen is rapidly increasing — men who shoot for the sake of the exercise and pleasure it produces, who are satisfied with a moderate remuneration ; so different from those who crave for wholesale slaughter, and feel only grati- fication in having brought to bag every unfortunate that was flushed before them. All who shoot are not really sportsmen ; many of them should rather be called butchers. It is the same with horsemanship. If emergency cause it, such as sickness or imperative and undelayable busi- ness, it is excusable to ride a horse till he suffer from extreme fatigue; but if such an ordeal is demanded simply to gratify whim, caprice, or pleasure, it is an offence that should be unpardonable in the eyes of all proper-thinking persons. A very short period before going abroad, I killed my first deer. It was thus : the park wall of a neighbouring nobleman's demesne, for upwards of a hundred yards, had been blown down ; half a dozen deer had in conse^ My First Steeplechase. 23 quence escaped, which, one by one, in detail had been killed, with the exception of an old buck, who eluded all pursuit. Shooting rabbits one evening, I observed his track in the margin of a field of young wheat. On a further examination, I found several ''forms" where he had lain, while the farmer who owned the crop informed me that he had seen the buck on numerous occasions, and, further, expressed a desire that some one would shoot him, as he was doing much damage. For several even- ings at sunset I took a stand, in each instance guided by the wind, as I learned the marauder always entered at the same spot. However, for over a week I was unsuc- cessful. Being foiled so often, I had almost determined- to give up the chase ; but an acquaintance of my family, who had paid us a visit, begged of me to make one more effort, and let him be my companion. Half an hour before the sun went down, we reached our hunting-ground, and disposed ourselves behind a portion of a fence, which offered such shelter as would screen us from observation. Long and anxiously we lay perdus, and were about to retire, disgusted at our want of success, when to our delight the object of our visit made his appearance. The light was gradually waning, and with anxiety we watched his slow and guarded approach to the ambuscade. My companion was to shoot first ; at length I gave him the signal to do so, and following the report, the buck sprung into the air, and at a slashing gallop made for a neigh- bouring wood. I pitched my rifle and took a steady aim; the shot was a long one, still the bullet told, for again the deer showed indications of being hit, by almost 24 /4// Round the World. coming on his knees, and, with difficulty recovering him- self, afterwards departing at accelerated pace for parts unknown. Next day the buck was found dead, nearly a couple of miles off — the first shot had grazed him in front of the shoulder, the second had hit him in an excellent line, but with rather too much elevation to kill him on the spot. Before leaving home and those ties so delightful to be remembered, I will add another adventure. I was stationed with my regiment at Fermoy, in County Cork, and as it was the summer season, and the fishing was excellent, whenever I was off duty, I was in the habit of spending a large portion of my time on the edge of the river Bride. With many years' experience and frequent visits to the most celebrated fishing-streams, I have never, in the course of my life, met with a rivulet so admirably adapted for the use of the fly as that pic- turesque and beautiful tributary of the Blackwater. In addition to the water being as clear as crystal, it flows through as rich a valley of cultivated land as it would be possible to find ; the margin is almost entirely clear from obstructions, thus affording ample space to cast a long line. During the heat of the day I had not been blessed with much success, and as I was aware that towards sunset the fish would be on the feed, and that probably I should be able to make up any deficiency, I resolved to remain. The village of Rathcormack was near, so I dismembered my rod and took possession of the well- sanded parlour of the hotel, ordering the ubi- quitous waiter to furnish me with the standing dish of those parts, rashers and eggs, with which to allay My First Steeplechase. 25 my increasing appetite. I have always had a love for eating a meal in one of those neat wayside taverns, with their white-sanded floors. However simple it might be, whatever you partake of is so plain, yet appetising, that after the luxury of mess-dinners the con- trast is a relief As the sun approached the horizon, I re- started to try my luck, and soon had reason to congratu- late myself on the result. The fish were fairly ravenous, and although they did not run large, I rapidly filled my creel with those of the proper size to be most acceptable at the breakfast-table. I fished two pools with the above success, and had moved down to the third, where, from its being deeper and less-frequented, I had little doubt I should even do better. The first few casts assured me that my suppositions were correct, and many a handsome brilliant-hued trout was added to my already plenteous store. Down the stream I travelled till I stood upon a gravel-bank where the water was contracted and more rapid. Several more fish were captured, and as the light had become dubious, I had made up my mind to stop further proceedings. In taking a few farewell casts, I observed something swimming on the surface which at ficst I took to be a dog ; but on closer examination the physiognomy was so totally different from any canine I had ever seen that I was forced to conclude that I was mistaken. What could it be .? I turned the ques- tion round in my mind, and at last came to the con- clusion that it was nothing more or less than an otter. These amphibii, I was aware, were well known all along the lovely valley of the Blackwater, and more particularly in the vicinity of the picturesque grounds of Castle Hyde, 2.6 All Round the World. and my present apparition, without doubt, had come from these haunts, deservedly lauded for their beauty. The animal, apparently, did not perceive me, so actively was he employed on his own private affairs. Several times he dived and as rapidly rose to the surface, stemming the rapid current with an ease and dexterity far excel- ling any terrestrial animal of my acquaintance. From the moment of noticing the stranger, I had stood mo- tionless, and by degrees he had steadily advanced till just abreast of my position, and not over forty feet from me. A strange idea struck me : why not throw my flies over him, and with a quick strike stick a hook in his glossy well-clad hide } Acting on the spur of the moment, I made my cast, and, with the first effort, had a contestant fast at the end of my line, a thousand times more trouble- some than ever I had before or since. By paying out line at one moment, next minute gently taking it in, and always retaining a steady strain, the despoiler of hundreds of the finny tribe, though making every effort that he thought would avail him in such an emergency, could not free himself from the insidious barb. My line was strong, but my rod light and very pliable ; so I discarded the latter, and having run out through the rings the greater portion of what my reel contained, I played the adversary as if with a hand-line. Flesh and blood could not stand the issue further, and at length, by wading nearly up to my knees, I succeeded in getting my antagonist into the landing-net, which fortunately was an unusually large, strong, and deep one. So far, I had succeeded admirably, but how to retain my prisoner and keep him a captive. I knew not. His formidable molars, when he had time My First Steeplechase. 27 to think a bit, would soon free him ; and keep my prize, if possible, I was determined on. A thought struck me. If I could only get his tail, which hung over the edge of the landing-net, into the sleeve of my coat, and tie it tightly round with a string, his flight would be so impeded that, with a fair open country for our run, I had little doubt but that I would be the fleeter of the two, the other having a very awkward, although not heavy, handi- cap. Without delay, I attempted the process, and never in the course of my life had I as hard a game. Still, I stuck to it, and what with putting my foot on his neck and trying to hold him on the ground, breaking my rod and getting the slack of the line round my feet, so as to hamper me almost inextricably, I at length secured my prey. With much difficulty, and several nearly successful attempts at escape, I gained the village, when I snugly put my captive in the well of an Irish car, and brought him home in triumph. On close inspection, I found that I had only a kitten, or, in other words, a half-grown otter to deal with. Save me from thus tackling one of them that had attained maturity, if their strength and unconquerable determina- tion increases in due ratio with their stature ! For some days the brute was sulky and untouchable, but, within a week, he had formed a great attachment for a Skye terrier which I possessed, and in a month from the date of capture became so reconciled to his new home and master that he would follow me wherever I went, pro- vided the dog was one of the party. For months I kept him, and he would bask with delight in front of a good fire, with a gusto that was indisputable ; and quite a 28 All Round the World. good understanding had sprung up between us, when, unfortunately, he strayed out into the barrack -yard without a protector, and was pounced upon by a savage greyhound, who rapidly enlisted confederates among the useless curs that were near, and after making a gallant fight, the stranger had to surrender, gamely struggling to the last against superior numbers. A Run with the Gibraltar Foxhounds. 29 CHAPTER III. A RUN WITH THE GIBRALTAR FOXHOUNDS. WITH home I have now done. Let us proceed to a more sunny land ; one teeming with romance and poetry, a land where British blood has often been shed, and British honour often vindicated. Let us repair to Spain, and halt at that famous fortress, which guards the entrance to the deep blue Mediterranean Sea. Many a delightful day have I passed on that renowned rock, where the proud British ensign waves within sight of the swarthy Spanish soldiery ; and many a pleasant adven- ture have I met with in the picturesque country adjoin- ing the Anglo-Saxon settlement. Gibraltar, familiarly Gib, although 9. rock, and of no great proportions, is a most jolly quarter : here an officer's duties are heavy, but the amusements plentiful. Balls, pic-nics, riding and boating parties are in the cool weather in such abundance that vacant time seldom hangs heavily on your hands. And then those walks along the Almada after mess ! Who can forget the saunters there 1 Such picturesque costumes, pretty senoritas, bright pairs of eyes — such 30 All Round the World. feet and ankles — such walking Venuses, as only are to be seen among Andalusian belles ! We are all mortal, and the impressions of youth are not easily effaced. But we will pass over the fair sex, and, instead of the brunette beauties, treat of the spotted ones that form the pack well known to every military man as the Calpe Foxhounds. To the noble house of Beaufort, I believe, the Gib- raltar garrison are indebted for establishing this hunt. For years drafts from their home-establishment have annually been forwarded as a gift to make up casualties, for, strange to say, hounds bred at the Rock are deficient in scent ; so our readers will see that, if the Calpe hounds do not kill whenever they meet, the pack is at least composed of material inferior to none in England. In the month of February, i8 — , the powers that then had control of the kennels determined that the next meet should take place at the second tower. Eastern Beach. This is the best riding and safest find in the country ; so it is no wonder that a large field always assembles on such occasions. Even those of the fair sex who were eques- trians turned out in force to see the throw off, and per- chance have a mile-or-two breather, within sight, or at least sound, of the melodious beauties. Previous to the day of which I speak, there had been a great deal of friendly competition in the hunting-field between the officers of two regiments that had served shoulder to shoulder in Russia and afterwards in the distant East. Even the privates of these corps, I think, never had a squabble ; but on the occasion in question it was to be decided who possessed the best horsemen or the best mounted man ; the individuals, therefore, who took upon es M > w O o o < a: u h1 A Run with the Gibraltar Foxhounds. 3 1 their shoulders the responsibility of representatives were doubtless determined to do their utmost to win the laurels. The day broke dry and cloudy. A shower during the night had made the soil springy, perhaps a trifle heavy, but otherwise all foretold a hunting morning rare to be found, and the knot of top-boots that assembled in the mess-room to breakfast congratulated each other on the prospect ; interlarding it with no small amount of chaff as to where various persons would be at the finish of the coming run. I possessed a bay stallion at that time, fast and last- ing. In the severest runs previously obtained he had proved himself gifted with extraordinary bottom, but a more thorough fiend never was girthed, for both teeth and heels he was equally expert with and equally prone to make use of To him fell the honour of being selected for this occasion ; so at an early hour the groom started with him for the place of rendezvous. The ride along the Eastern Beach is dreary in the extreme for the first few miles after you pass through the Spanish lines, for a wide slope of sand extends before you, girt on one side by the Mediterranean, on the other by a chain of rugged sierras. Here and there, but far between, an occasional cabin is to be found ; and if you should catch a glimpse of the swarthy residents, what between dirt and sun-burning, they look as dark, or darker, than the inmates of a home gipsy-encampment. When a small amount of ground in the vicinity of these domiciles is cultivated, the enclosure is hedged with the flowering aloe, which forms a most impenetrable fence. 32 All Round the World. In fact, at Anger, in the island of Java, this same shrub is used as a chevaux de frise around the Dutch earth- works that command the watering-place. The first tower. Eastern Beach, passed, the country begins gra- dually to improve. The mountains lose much of their rugged and sterile look ; and the flat that extends be- tween them and the sea increases into a wide grass plain, here and there dotted with brush, intersprinkled with an occasional palmetto, a good and not unfrequent cover for red-legged partridge, and a favourite haunt for quail at the periods of migration. A little farther on is ■ a river, on the overflowed edges of which in winter I have bagged many a brace of snipe. But we are already at the rendezvous. About thirty members and visitors are assembled, and various little parties are seen in the distance approaching to join in the anticipated run. The hat at length goes round, the master looks pleasant, the huntsman business-like. When each attendant has handed in his mite, time is pronounced to be up, and ofi" we trot to draw a favourite and safe find. To the new arrival from home the Spanish horses look both unsightly and undersized. Still they are game and lasting, though usually slow and mulish ; but they are admirably adapted to their country, for with unerring foot they will canter over ground so uneven and covered with boulders that to walk an English horse over the same would most probably result in broken knees, or even worse. This unsightly appearance in these horses is principally caused by their being frequently goose- rumped, with the tail set on unusually low, while the crest and withers of many are remarkably high. A Run with the Gibraltar Foxhounds. 2)2) The cover at last reached, at a wave of the master's hand the hounds break in with a rush ; stumps of cigars are now thrown away, hats pressed more firmly on the head, and eligible places selected, according to the opi- nion of riders, for getting away with the pack when they break cover. After a few minutes a whimper is heard. " Lady's voice ! " a knowing one exclaims in a suppressed whisper. However, all again is still for two or three minutes. Then two or three hounds speak, followed by the whole pack in concert, deep, sonorous, and earnest. The place is certainly too hot ; pug must break. What's that .' Some one shouting " tally-ho ! " But, confound such luck ! that Spanish shepherd and his curs have headed our game just as it was about to take the best line of country the hunt possesses. Up and down cover the beauties race ; Rantipole's voice awakening the rever- berating echoes from the neighbouring hills. And well may he possess such powerful lungs, for seldom was there a truer, stauncher, or more enduring hound. But such work cannot last long in a few acres, and poor Pug, in preference to again facing the open, gets chopped. From here we took off to another spinney, better even than the first. Our master is generally a quiet man, but from the expression of his countenance now, I pity the unfortunate who again heads back our quarry. Lord Scamperdale might be more blustering, but I doubt if half so forcible. To prevent such ordeals a short halt takes place, when we all receive a caution, and again the hounds are thrown in. The ground here is somewhat irregular, but from an over-hanging brow a perfect view can be obtained. On this are soon perched old field D 34 All Round the World. officers, several captains of the former regime, and a goodly array of subs, many looking as if they had only just left school and their mothers' apron-strings. Nothing has yet occurred to thin the field, and many, I won't say of what kind, feel and express delight that they have already been present at a kill. Soon two or three of the young hounds again open, the whip- cord is heard in vigorous play, for a brace of deer, instead of our legitimate quarry, steal away over the opposite brow. By the bye, what kind of deer are these .■■ I have several times seen them, once rode almost on the top of one, and if they are not fallow deer they bear the strongest resemblance to them I ever saw. Again the skirters settle to their work, and ere long a perfect babel of voices foretells game to be on the move. A fox from here was ever known to afford good sport. The cork woods are generally the point made for, and they are not less than ten miles distant. I have just taken up another hole in my girths, and congratulated myself that the crowd of brother subs did not seduce me into a schooling match en route from the one cover to the other, for while their horses look warm and fretted, mine is as cool as at the moment he left the stable, and deuced glad am I of it, for the old huntsman rattles past, and calls out, " None of your horses has a leg too many for the day's work before you." We never had a chance of heading either fox or'hounds, even supposing it had been" desirable ; in fact, it was all the majority of us could do to get away on anything like fair terms. As we enter the lower grounds, the A Run with the Gibraltar Foxhounds. jiS galloping is heavy, and heavy weights and light nags begin to drop behind. In those days I could ride ten stone ; and I do not think there was a horse in the gar- rison of greater substance and size than my mount, save it were the imported charger of a field-officer, and if so, the owner thought too much of him to let him figure in such an escapade. My nag never appeared to feel stronger under me than on this occasion. Although boring a little, I kept him well within his stride, and, wondrous to say, he was giving his running kindly, and had dispensed with the series of buck jumps and kicks that usually formed the preliminary flourish to a gallop. After the first mile of flat valley land had been passed over, and the half-dozen jumps that intersected it, the field had wonderfully tailed off! The master, whip, a hard-riding gunner, a big sapper, and an infantry man of the corps, already referred to, were still in front. The next flight of the ruck were by my side, many of whom I already saw would not hold out for another mile. In a short time I drew away from the crowd, and soon was close by my antagonist. The four lead- ing men made a detour to the right ; probably from knowing the country better, and what was before them. I should have followed the example, but when about to do so, my temporary foe, the crack of the competing corps, called upon me to follow ; I was close at his heels and scarce could decline the gauntlet. A brook was before us with sedgy margin, deep and sullen as a canal ; at it we both went at racing pace, my friend a little in advance ; and after a scramble on the off"-side, for some moments doubtful whether a ducking or not v.'as D 2 3 6 All Round the World. in store for me, the powerful hind-quarters of my horse carried the day and saved me a wetting. The hounds had now turned to the right ; those who had gone in that direction had luck on their side, and consequently again cut in front ; the ground was still soft, yet by keeping my horse well together, I felt he had plenty left in him and to spare. A couple more water-jumps and some meadows were soon got over ; the whip was just in before me when his horse made a bad flounder and finished off by coming on his head. Alas ! poor Calp6 never rose again ; it was his last run, the finish of a long and gallant career, drawing his last breath with the saddle on, follow- ing the pack he had for many years held a good place with. Of course I did not stop for the whip, he was not wanted till feeding-time, just as Leech's parson, who got into the brook, was not required until the coming Sunday ; so I pushed for the front. The big sapper's weight had commenced to tell ; every dig of the spur sent his horse's tail up instead of augmenting pace, and it required but little experience to see that the honours would be either to the master, gunner, or self. For a moment the hounds came to fault on the edge of a stream beside a ford. The master called on me to assist him. A cast was made when some Spaniards shouted " elsorro " from a neighbouring hill-side. Soon the beauties were lifted and laid on ; the soil was firmer and the pace proportionably faster, heads up and tails down ; the spotted pack seemed to fly, giving utterance to their feelings in short snatches of voice, which invariably fore- tells the end of the drama and the close proximity of poor Pug. As we advanced, the ground became rougher, A Run with the Gibraltar Foxhounds. 37 loose boulders were scattered everywhere, just such as a winded horse would toe ; but luck favoured us, and all kept our feet. If the field had tailed off, so had the pack, not over four or five couple remained, who were so closely bunched that, if a sheet would not have covered them, it would nearly have done so. Every moment all expected to run into view, and just as our desire was realised. Pug, draggled and travel-stained, scarcely able to get up more locomotion than a trot, managed to draw himself into an earth. We had all had enough ; the gunner's horse, as he dismounted, staggered, and as for the major's, I never could tell how he held his own, for the mount was un- dersized, and rather inclining to the weedy order ; how- ever, for many a week afterwards the poor beast (the horse) did not show in the hunting-field. After a suffi- cient halt to slacken girths and breathe our horses, talk over the run, light a weed, and take a pull at our flasks, home was the word. Saint Roque was en route; before reaching there, several straggling hounds had been picked up, and as we enjoyed a draught of McCray's milk punch, others joined. The day was now far spent, the sun was already dipping over the hills that back Algesiras, and if we wished to get into the garrison before gun-fire, it was time to be jogging along. What remained of the foremost leaders of the pack we had only just time to deposit at their kennel when the evening gun belched forth the warning that all who desired to sleep within the walls of Gibraltar had better not delay, for the laws against opening the gates are as 38 All Round the World. positive and unchangeable as those of the Medes and Persians. The horse that carried me that day is dead. He died in the hunting-field, where his bones, like empty cham- pagne bottles around an Indian or other encampment, remained as a monument to speak of the generous spirit that was contained therein. Rambles in Spain. 39 CHAPTER IV. RAMBLES IN SPAIN. SHOOTING generally commenced at Gibraltar in the month of October, for earlier in the year the weather was too warm to tramp over the rough and stony hill-side in search of red-legged partridge, and the flights of migratory quail then pushing for the southward had not arrived; The partridge-shooting, however, seldom lasted over a week or two, for sportsmen are here too numerous in proportion to the quantity of game and the size of the range of accessible country ; but if the visitor should find it convenient to push inland into Spain, say twenty-five or thirty miles, he will receive an ample reward for his trouble. Through the cork wood is situated a village, called Boccaleone. It stands upon the margin of the Guadiar, and is surrounded by meadows, which in their turn are encircled by hills. Indian corn is the staple production, and in the fields where it is grown I found game abundant; and each night, as I returned 4° All Round the World. homewards, quail, partridge, and hares filled the bag. Still farther off, about twenty miles inland from Tarifa, is situated an immense marsh, where, besides the afore- mentioned, an abundance of snipe and wild fowl can be obtained. The padr^ of an adjacent village must not be forgotten, for he was a most genial, good-hearted soul — a bon-vivant and lover of field sports. During my stay I met him daily, and when duty obliged me to bid him farewell, I did so expressing the hope that he might find it conve- nient to visit the garrison. A month or two afterwards he did so, and became so exceedingly popular with my brother officers that his visit was protracted over a fortnight. During the migratory seasons good quail-shooting can be obtained of a morning at Campeamento, only a couple of miles from the landport gate. But it is the old story of the early bird and the worm. The late riser would find all the game killed or driven off ere he reached the shooting-ground. Wild boar are also to be found, but they are scarce. On one occasion we unkenneled a veteran. Several times he ran the gauntlet through the beaters, but as often was forced on foot again. A final effort for his destruction was made, the force of shooters being so disposed that every known pass was guarded. Among the disciples of the chase was a very tall and propor- tionably lank engineer. He was armed with a most formidable double-barrel of French manufacture, to the end of which was attached a bayonet, terrible even to look at. Ten minutes of suspense ensued. The beaters. Rambles in Spain. 41 breaking through the brush as they approach the stands, are at length heard ; the game must bolt, and bolt it did, between the engineer's legs, while both his bullets deeply bedded themselves in a neighbouring tree, and the sword-bayonet was almost as much doubled as a reaping-hook, for the aspirant for sylvan honours had been thrown off his pins, obtaining a purl that doubtless he even now well remembers. The hog had broken cover just in front of him, had been unseen and unheard till almost between our friend's legs, and the apparition was so sudden and unexpected that both head and legs were lost at the same time. The lower class of Spaniards in the neighbourhood of Gibraltar are, with few exceptions, a most disreputable crew. It is, therefore, advisable to have as little to do with them as possible. Few seasons pass over without rows occurring between them and our countrymen, and invariably in my experience the former have been the aggressors. I remember such a contretemps, in which I unfortu- nately figured, but luckily came off scathless. We were out hunting near the first venta; the hounds were at fault, and while a cast was being made, I tally-hoed. Pug stealing away. The horse which I that day rode was a black stallion of most uncertain temper ; an admirable fencer when he pleased, but that was seldom. Taking my nag in hand, I ran him at a bank intervening between me and where reynard passed, that I might give the hounds a lift and place them on the fresh trail. This he cleared cleverly, and away went the pack. I tried to follow, but the bad-tempered brute, although he had 42 All Round the World. jumped into the enclosure, could not be induced to jump out. Whip and spur were both plied without effect ; the blackguard had sulked, and ten minutes at least were required to bully him into his senses. In the meantime a Spaniard, armed with a gun, entered the field. Without explanation or question he coolly threw his gun to his shoulder and took aim at me. I tried to wheel my horse round and ride the fellow down, but being unable to manage it, had to remain a target whether I liked it or not. The gun did not go off. I believe it missed fire, for several times he took it down as if to recock it. At length my fiend of a horse thought he had enough punishment, and I was about to wheel him round and rush at the would-be assassin, when one of my comrades, seeing my position, jumped into the field and felled the Spaniard with the butt of his crop. Neither of us waited to ask any questions as to the effect the blow had pro- duced, but followed after the tail of the hunt. The sea-fishing at Gibraltar is very good, but this amusement does not appear to be popular there. Al- though I devoted much time to it, I could seldom find a companion. One great pleasure I occasionally enjoyed was a trip in the Genoese fishing-boats from Catalin Bay to a bank four or five miles off in the Mediterranean. How delightful were those calm serene evenings — how perfect the repose — ^while every few minutes the deep- voiced conch-shell, used by the fishermen for signalising one another, boomed over the water ! My companions on these occasions were the most thorough personification of pirates in appearance, and often in costume— just such as you could imagine, with Rambles in Spain. 43 pistols and stilettoes sticking out of every available place, telling a fellow quietly to walk the plank, and handing him a cigarette at the same time to cheer him into the next world. Then how brown were their com- plexions, how black their hair and eyes ! and, oh ! how they smelt of garlic, an addition not inappropriate ! The real pirate, I believe, should always smell of oil and garlic. On these banks the take of fish was always large ; and what between pipe and sport, and an occasional snatch of a wild Spanish song, lauding the praises of the reck- less contrabandistas, time used to fly rapidly. It was not necessary however to go so far as this bank for sport, since all along the rocks, in the bays and indentations, from Europa Point to the Neutral Ground, especially on the Mediterranean side, fish were abundant. With strong rod and tackle, and a sardine for bait, what beauties I have captured out of the surf beating on the eastern shore ! For this work your sinker must be heavy, and the angler prepared to lose plenty of tackle, for the under-tow is very strong, the bottom rough, and the fish sometimes monsters. In fine clear weather, when the sea is calm, trimmer- fishing afforded me much pleasure. I would set six or eight of these in a row to drift with the current, and watch them from my boat ; nor would they be long left alone. Presently one would dip two or three times, then go down altogether. Hereupon, laying heartily to the oars, we would start in pursuit. Up again would come the cork, to go down and reappear in quite a different direction. To and fro we then would pursue, till a chance was afforded of using the gaff. 44 All Round the World. In the holes among the rocks eels were plentiful, and many an hour I spent in their capture. To be success- ful, patience rather than skill is requisite. The method was on this wise : a piece of strong cord, about eight or nine feet long, attached to a hook tied on gimp, baited with fish, was dropped into the crevices. In a few minutes, if there were any occupants, you would feel a bite. Don't be in a hurry ; wait patiently, for, like a snake swallowing his food, an eel requires plenty of time. However, when you strike, do it sharply. But although we will suppose that you have now got your fish on, time will elapse before you can call him yours, for they will double round stones and squeeze themselves into all kinds of inaccessible places, from which they can only be coaxed by keeping a heavy, steady strain. The larger the fish, as may be expected, the longer will be the contest ; and not unusual will be the loss of tackle, for congers have great aptitude for freeing themselves with their teeth. Rabbits, porcupines, and red-legged partridge, abound on the upper portions of the rock, but they are strictly protected ; and right it is so, for they are great orna- ments to so circumscribed a space. Apes are also here to be found, but although tolerably numerous, are not often seen. In fact, many believe their existence a myth. However, two or three times I had the luck to come across them. On one occasion I was returning at break of day from visiting the sentries and guards, furnished by the detachment at Catalin Bay, of which post I was then in command. The night had been stormy and cold, with a westerly wind. The apes, which were about Rambles in Spain. 45 twenty in number, had doubtlessly come to the east side for shelter. Before the creatures saw me, I was within forty or fifty yards. Their surprise at my intrusion — their awkward attempt at escape, as they shuffled off — were very amusing. Beside the officers' quarters at Catalin Bay there was a large mulberry-tree. The fruit, when ripe, used to dis- appear in the most marvellous manner. Thinking some of the men were the depredators, I lay perdu one bright night, with a poodle remarkable for his sagacity for my companion. At length the dog became fidgety, and rushed off, giving tongue. I followed, fortunately for the poodle, for there were at least a dozen apes, who ap- peared in no way intimidated till I approached. Doubt- less these were the scoundrels who had deprived me of my fruit. There are some pretty rides within access of Gibraltar. One that I frequently took and always enjoyed was to Los Varios. This village is beautifully situated in a wooded valley, surrounded by grand hills, picturesque and bold in their outline. At the venta, where we were in the habit of putting up our horses and having lunch, there was a true type of the Andalusian belle. She was the daughter of the host, and sometimes waited upon us. A more beautiful or graceful girl I have seldom seen. Once I met her at a bull-fight at Algesiras. Of course she was en grande tenue on such an occasion. Never did mantilla fall over more graceful shoulders — never did slipper cover a more beautiful foot and ankle. She did not walk — she glided over the surface of the ground, as a denizen of another world might be imagined to do. 46 All Round the World. Near Los Varies is a wild, picturesque waterfall, embedded deeply in trees and rocks. On the warmest days in summer, shade from the sun can always here be found ; in the pool beneath a most delightful bath can be enjoyed. This scene has often vividly recalled some of our Scotch linns. But I must say no more of dear old Gibraltar. How many know it, and doubtless remember the hours there passed with as much pleasure as I do ! Barbary Field Sports. 47 CHAPTER V. BARBARY FIELD SPORTS. LONG have I gazed from Gibraltar across the Straits at the towering ranges of the irregular-outlined Atlas Mountains, that form the northern breastwork of Africa. This continent had long possessed for me the greatest attractions, and with what anxiety did I look forward to the moment when I could set foot upon its shores ; for is it not the hunting-ground par excellence of all the world .' Is it not the scene where Cornwallis Harris, Gordon Gumming, and the lion- hearted Livingstone have played their adventurous parts .'' True, the portion next Europe was far away from where their exploits took place ; but still all was a part of the same land, undivided by impass- able sea or other impediment that might prevent the migrating hordes of gnus, antelopes, and zebras, from ranging from one part to another if so disposed. Such feelings have actuated me in Scotland when wandering in boyhood in the fields in the neighbour- 48 All Round the World. hood of my school. The hare which sprang from its seat one moment, I hoped to see succeeded by a giant red deer, decorated with a royal head of horns, although none such were known to have their habitat nearer than the rocky corries of the Grampian Mountains. But Morocco still possesses the lion, to youthful minds the grandest and noblest of all the animal creation. Not impossibly, in some of the dark shady lines caused by wooded ravines that marked the sides of the Atlas range, a royal savage, at the very moment I was gazing across, was either engaged in stalking upon his prey or making a meal on some unfortunate weaker animal. Alas, for the days of youth and romance, of happiness and love ! Value them while they last ; the storm clouds that shut out the sunlight come sooner or later. And as your early years are spent, in that proportion will be the happiness of your after-life. At length an opportunity occurred. The longed-for pleasure was to be realised. Leave of absence was obtained, and I crossed to Morocco, landing at the seaport Tangiers, which is situated upon a bay of the same name, of the area of about twenty square miles. The position of the town is picturesque in the extreme, and consists of streets built in terraces, the whole over- looked by a castle of most antiquated appearance, and flanked on either side by loop-holed masonry, that would not stand a modern bombardment five minutes. Yet this spot was once considered strong, and long protected under its guns a fleet of corsairs, who for years made navigation in the vicinity dangerous, for falling into the hands of these marine freebooters not only entailed Barbary Field Sports. 49 spoliation, but probably a life of captivity. It was from a southern port of this nation that Robinson Crusoe escaped from slavery with Xury. But the glory of Morocco has fled ; no ships sail under her colours, and the " Christian dog," once such an object of contempt, can now traverse the bazaars, sokes,* and mosques with perfect impunity. The passage by steam across the Straits of Gibraltar is only a matter of two or three hours ; my landing was effected with safety through a heavy surf, and the custom- house officers (who were not above accepting backshish) did not delay me unnecessarily. The hotel, after climbing through tumble-down streets, up extraordinary ascents of stairs, almost as bad as Valetta, the capital of Malta, was in due time reached, and a most comfortable as well as economic establishment it proved. Only fancy living for one dollar a-day, with table-wine included, and that within a ten-pound journey of England, and an excel- lent, free-to-all, unobstructed shooting-range within a few . miles, with neither gamekeepers nor servants to tip ! Why, to men of moderate means it appears too good to be true. My plans were soon made through the means of an interpreter ; two horses and an attendant were 'hired, and lunch for the following da:y ordered, so that when I turned in to roost nought remained but to have a good night's rest to enable me to start the campaign in Northern Africa under favourable circumstances. Let me here give the reader a piece of advice, in case he should be tempted to visit Tangiers for the * Market-places; e: 5o All Round the World. purpose of shooting. Be certain to bring your own saddlery ; for however comfortably and well a Moor may ride with his knees up to his chin, I could not succeed in doing likewise, although I had had years of practice in equitation ; and when from compulsion I lengthened the stirrups of this confounded invention the amount of pelt that I lost from chafing was any- thing but conducive to walking with pleasure after a pair of pointers, and I believe my countrymen generally are constructed on pretty much the same model as myself and have learned to ride after the same fashion. The horse of your attendant should, instead of a saddle, have only a pad, over which is slung a brace of panniers ; in one of these your lunch and game can be carried, in the other your dogs. It's all very well to let a dog run ten miles from a shooting-ground when his services are not required more than half a dozen times in a season, but if you are going to use him daily or even three times a week and you are a keen sportsman, one that does not shirk walking, take my word for it, you cannot husband the strength of your canine assistants too much. It only requires thought to see that I am correct. The man wjio will not think of his animals' comfort, does not deserve to possess them. Sunrise saw my cortege in marching order waiting at the gates of Tangiers ready to make an exit as soon as the custodian of the keys thought proper to open the barriers which cut the residents off from the surrounding country, for every night the gates are closed at sunset, and the laws against their being re-opened are as un- changeable as those of the Medes and Persians. Take Barbary Field Sports. 5 1 warning, therefore, and do not be late, for, if such be the case, you will have to remain outside. On passing into the country, the ground is undulating and well planted, grave- yards and gardens being the principal features ; a couple of miles transit through green lanes hedged with aloes discloses an open rolling landscape with distant hills and a meandering watercourse, the former clothed, the latter fringed with trees. In front and to the right, as you pro- ceed onwards, are situated on elevated bare ground three quaint square buildings, with a large dome on the top of each ; these I was informed are the tombs of three cele- brated Moorish warriors, who perished during the wars that were undertaken about two centuries back to drive the British from Tangiers, a portion of the dower of one of our queens. In the gardens woodcock, snipe, and rabbits are occasionally abundant, but as the owners of these fruitful enclosures have a strong objection to tres- passers it is better to pass on and leave them undisturbed. Five miles from town, going south-west, after passing a large olive grove which grows luxuriantly at the base of a densely-wooded hill, still the haunt of numerous wild boar, extends an immense meadow through which flows a sluggish stream. On this meadow I commenced work. Snipe I found abundant, also plover. Several wild duck I flushed from the rivulet, and was fortunate enough to obtain a brace and a half of the broadbills. On leaving the damp land and ascending to more dry localities a variety of palmetto does duty for underbrush ; in this cover my dogs found several coveys of red-legged par- tridge, which, contrary to the nature of this species in England, lay remarkably well. As might be expected, I E 2 52 All Round the World. thinned their ranks, and also added to the weight of my now distended game-bag by the addition of a brace of bouncing hares. Having a strong objection to be turned into a pack- horse, and knowing that if I wished to shoot well I ought to husband my strength, I handed over the results of my labour to my attendant Moor. A mile or two farther on I came to a considerable river, quite sixty yards wide, which enters the sea through a broad belt of sand — close to the grand old bluff headland. Cape Spartel. What between shooting and the allotted time for lunch and baccy, the day had fled rapidly, and although the sun was still two hours' high it behoved me to return, as the distance was eight or more miles, and I had made no preparations for remaining from home. On another occasion, in company with two brother officers, we started in the morning, determined not to shoot till the river last mentioned was reached. On arrival there, each took a stand among the brush that grew on the margin. Our Moorish attendants we des- patched with instructions to move up and down the stream and alarm all ducks they saw, well knowing the habit of these birds to follow as far as possible the water- courses on which they feed. In less than an hour we had over a dozen shots. After tiffin we beat the nei?hbourin