SNAP A LEGEND OF THE LONE MOUNTAIN BY C. PHILLIPPS-WOLLEY AUTHOR OF 'SPORT IN THE CRIMEA AND CAUCASUS' ETC. [Illustration: Snap] _WITH THIRTEEN ILLUSTRATIONS BY H. G. WILLINK_ NEW EDITION LONDON LONGMANS, GREEN, AND CO. AND NEW YORK: 15 EAST 16th STREET 1892 _All rights reserved_ _TO SMALL CLIVE._ _I suppose that you'll cost me the deuce of a lot, I suppose I must pay and look pleasant, Though you're only a small insignificant dot-- My three-year-old warrior--at present._ _But if ever you need the paternal 'tip,' If ever you sin and must suffer, Be brave and go straight, or I'll 'give you gyp'-- If I don't you may call me 'a duffer.'_ CONTENTS CHAPTER I. FERNHALL V. LOAMSHIRE II. 'MOP FAUCIBUS HÆSIT' III. SNAP'S REDEMPTION IV. THE FERNHALL GHOST V. THE ADMIRAL'S 'SOCK-DOLLAGER' VI. THE BLOW FALLS VII. LEAVE LIVERPOOL VIII. THE MANIAC IX. 'THAT BAKING POWDER' X. AFTER SCRUB CATTLE XI. BRINGING HOME THE BEAR XII. BRANDING THE 'SCRUBBER' XIII. WINTER COMES WITH THE 'WAVIES' XIV. A NIGHT OF ADVENTURE XV. FOUNDING 'BULL PINE' FIRM XVI. BEARS XVII. IN THE BRÛLÊ XVIII. THE LOSS OF 'THE CRADLE' XIX. THE GAMBLERS 'PUT UP' XX. LONE MOUNTAIN XXI. AT THE TOP XXII. AT THE END OF THE ROPE XXIII. READING THE WILL XXIV. SNAP'S SACRIFICE XXV. THE FLIGHT OF THE CROWS XXVI. SNAP'S STORY XXVII. CONCLUSION ILLUSTRATIONS. IN THE CHIMNEY . . . _Frontispiece_ [missing from source book] THE ADMIRAL FISHING 'GOOD-BYE' [missing from source book] SNAP AND THE MADMAN TONY AND THE SCRUBBER IN THE WOOD IN THE BRÛLÉ 'HANDS UP' ON THE FACE OF THE CLIFF 'GOOD-BYE, PARD' SNAP'S SACRIFICE SNAP CHAPTER I FERNHALL _v._ LOAMSHIRE 'What on earth shall we do, Winthrop?' asked one of the Fernhall Eleven of a big fair-faced lad, who seemed to be its captain. 'Do! I'll be shot if I know, Wyndham,' he replied. 'It is bad enough to be a bat short, but really I don't know that we _can_ spare a bowler.' 'Ah, well,' suggested another of the group, 'though Hales did very well for the Twenty-two, it isn't quite the same thing bowling against such a team as Loamshire brings down; he might not "come off" after all, don't you know.' A quiet grin spread over the captain's face. No one knew better than he did the spirit which prompted Poynter's last remark.