'Perfection' and 'The Redan' are two very famous names, and the 'Redan' is one of the select holes, the features of which have been more or less faithfully reproduced on the National Golf Course on Long Island, U. S. A. First of the two comes 'Perfection,' the fourteenth, a very fine two-shot hole. With the tee-shot we must hug as closely as we dare the side of a big hill on the left, and if we fall into the opposite extreme, we may slice our ball among the rocks of 'Carl Kemp.' All being well, we have a reasonably easy second over a bunker; but we cannot see where we are going, and have the uncanny feeling that we are hitting straight into the sea. The 'Redan' is a beautiful one-shot hole on the top of a plateau, with a bunker short of the green to the left and another further on to the right, and we must vary our mode of attack according to the wind, playing a shot to come in from the right or making a direct frontal attack. At the sixteenth we cross the wall once more, and may hope to reach in two shots the 'Gate' hole, standing on another plateau--an exceedingly diminutive one, by the way--close to the high road. Now we arrive at that most destructive of holes, 'Point Garry,' and even if we do not, like Mr. Balfour, make an unfortunate start, we are very likely to make an unfortunate ending. In our second shot we shall have to decide whether or not to carry a bunker that stretches across our path, and then comes the crucial shot, the approach on to that dreadful green that slopes right away from us to the sea--without the ghost of a charitable back wall. It is so frightening that we are strongly tempted to approach it on the instalment system, and it is really wonderful how many instalments may be necessary, as with limbs palsied with terror, we push and poke the ball over that treacherous and slippery surface. 'Point Garry' safely over, the last hole seems absurdly simple, and, if we do not top into the road or pull into Hutchison's shop, we should end with a four; indeed, our putt for a possible three should not be a very long one. When all is over, we shall almost certainly agree that the best golf at North Berwick is to be found at the beginning and end of the course, but we could hardly bear it if all the holes were as exciting as 'Point Garry.' Those flat holes at the far end serve, no doubt, a useful, though unobtrusive, purpose.