That place at the foot of the hills--do you see ?--it is there they play a foolish game with sticks and little balls--" "Golf?
Is it possible!" "There is no doubt of it, sir.

I have seen the fools myself--men and women.

The place is called Storm Valley." Armitage slapped his thigh sharply, so that his horse started.
"Yes; you are probably right, Oscar, I have heard of the place.

And those houses that lie beyond there in the valley belong to gentlemen of taste and leisure who drink the waters and ride horses and play the foolish game you describe with little white balls." "I could not tell it better," responded Oscar, who had dismounted, like a good trooper, to rest his horse.
"And our place--is it below there ?" demanded Armitage.
"It is not, sir.

It lies to the west.