BOLTON, Wednesday, September 4th, 1872.
—Dingy weather, with a sharp thunderstorm, which caught Emma, Charlotte, and me in the Valley of Desolation just after sending the carriage away. Eddy, not shooting, was luckily with us, and we mounted the Queen of Ireland upon his pony, on which she arrived before us at the Aigill barn. No prettier picture can be imagined than the lovely creature, broom in hand, opening the little barn door to admit us ; she had been sweeping it out. We mopped up and dried ourselves as well as might be ; it cleared and we sat on a gate and a wall to wait for the shooters.
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