'Tis a sort of picnic, Miss; the guns is in pairs, sixty yards apart in line, an' the rules is, walk straight ahead, dogs to heel until first cover is reached; fire straight or to quarter, never blankin' nor wipin' no eyes; and ground game counts as feathers for the Shotover Cup." "Oh! It's a skirmish line that walks straight ahead ?" said Siward, nodding.
"Straight ahead, Sir.

No stoppin', no turnin' for hedges, fences, water or rock.

There is boats f'r deep water and fords marked and corduroy f'r to pass the Seven Dreens.

Luncheon at one, Miss--an hour's rest--then straight on over hill, valley, rock, and river to the rondyvoo atop Osprey Ledge.

You'll see the poles and the big nests, Sir.