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SAM AND SIMON 119are well up to their knees in clover, and when theyare stabled he must satisfy himself on many pointsabout the quality of the hay. When we are amongless than a thousand acres hefarms of anythinggrows contemptuous and speaks of the countryas being laid out " rather on the small holdingprinciple." I do not wish to disparage Herbertin this respect. As long as I am hustling himalong to the tune of a hundred miles a week he"must, as he says, keep his horses up." And Iwas often sorry for him in Sutherland, where thestabling was outrageous and little fodder was tobe had. We were camped one night at a fishinghotel whose stable was small, dark, dirty andoverrun with hens, and one of the guests happenedto stop and admire the horses as Herbert wasresentfully rubbing them down." Horses ?" said Herbert scornfully." Horses ?It's no use bringing horses here.horses when you tour in Sutherland."" Oh ? What do you want ? "You don't want" You want something that youcan throwaway every night when you've done with it.For there's nowhere to put 'em."Quite the worst thing I shall have to tell aboutSam happened at Tweedsmuir. I would leaveit out if I could, but I can't. Had I had any