SIR ANDREW'S ADVICE
he began an examination which merged into a lecture, and the lecture in due course ended in my decision to take a vacation immediately,—a long vacation to be spent beyond reach of letter or telegram in the woods.
"That's right! that's right!" commented Sir Andrew. "Nothing will do you more good than to forget all these mining reports and assays in an elemental moose-hunt. What do the horns of that fellow with the big bell, which you have hanging in your office, measure?"
"Fifty-nine inches."
"Then go and shoot one with a spread of sixty."
"I believe you are right," said I,―for in the short periods I have been able to spare from my business, I have made many hunting trips, and know that there is nothing like them for change of thought—"but the worst of it is that my guide, Noel Tribonet, is laid up with rheumatism and will certainly not be fit to go with me just now. Indeed, I doubt if he will ever be much good in the woods again."
"But what if I can recommend you a new man?"
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