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Letters from Majorca. 53 Our morning was spent in examining the estate; admiring the magnificent crops; listening to the whispering of the reeds and rushes in the dykes; the croaking of multitudes of frogs, with singular and not unpleasant voices. ‘The estate produces an immense amount of cane, which grows in the dykes and canals, and in all marshy places. If mills were erected here, all this cane might be turned into paper, and what is now comparatively useless, would become a great article of commerce, a source of considerable profit. WS SS aS \ aS Nos OT Gp WG) /I WA haa — ak ‘SS YS ry Uf it Met ——— = aN N a) ( a wf big. Se = Nive WY pif! Bsn ie py JZ (ae SZ Le La = —s 3 ——— ———___ ae Tg tn 2 = ee See = “ ——— SSS IN THE ALBUFERA, These dykes and marshes shelter an abundance of snipe, which yield good sport in winter. This recalls to me my Shetland experi- ences, where I have had many a day’s shooting and tramping over the moors with G., returning at sundown laden with spoil. Days, alas, that are ended. For you know how G., only a few months ago, went out to shoot plover, and after two days’ mysterious absence was searched for and found dead upon these same moors. And you know how his faithful dog, for those two whole days and nights, had kept watch and ward over him, never stirring from his side: even then would not be separated from his master. What a capacity for COMmichoooks.com