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On say that this is a delightful book is not nearly enough, for quite apart from its marked literary excellence it embodies—we were almost writing enshrines—the select experience and seasoned reflection of a man of taste and understanding, who has lived and moved for sixteen years among the things that he writes about. It is one of the best books on Indian sport that it has been our good fortune to read, and from the lyrical dedication “To my 450” to the final chapter on weapons and explosives, there is scarcely a paragraph that has not salt and savour.
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Under the Greenwood Tree 1 . Nature 88, 379–380 (1912). https://doi.org/10.1038/088379a0
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