ce and the goodness of the
Princess and her daughters. Hardly a cottager but has some anecdote to
tell you of the family: how the Princess visits the sick and afflicted,
talking to them, reading to them, and helping them in their needs. Every
child seems to know and to love the "beautiful lady," and every man and
woman seems almost to worship her; and if you heard the anecdotes I have
heard there, you would not wonder at it. "Think o' they R'yal
Highnesses"--they would say--"making o' things wi' their own 'ands fer
sich as us! Did yew ever heerd tell o' sich, says I; none o' yer frames
and frimmirks (airs and graces) wi' they." And then they would go on
with their "says I" and "says she," and tell you all about summer flower
shows for villagers, treats on Royal birthdays, invitations to see
sights in the park, how the family have given a wedding present to this
one, what they have brought or sent the other one when ill; and so on,
and so on, until you come to think what a pity it is a few land-owners,
with their wives and families, cannot come here for the lessons so many
need, and see how well this family interpret the words: "Am I my
brother's keeper?"

[Illustration: THE DUKE OF YORK.

_From a Photo. by W. & D. Downey._]

Sandringham has saddening associations for its owners, but "Joy cometh
in the morning," and as we take our farewell of this favourite residence
of the Prince and Princess, we will wish them a bright future and
continuance of good health to enjoy their Norfolk home.

_Shafts from an Eastern Quiver._

X.--THE HUNTED TRIBE OF THREE HUNDRED PEAKS.

BY CHARLES J. MANSFORD, B.A.

I.

"Are you awake, sahibs?" questioned Hassan, our guide, as he eagerly
roused us from sleep one night. "The Hunted Tribe of Three Hundred Peaks
is about its deadly work: Listen!"

[Illustration: "LISTEN!"]

We sat up and leant forward as he spoke, straining our ears to catch the
slightest sound. Across the plain which stretched before us came at
intervals a faint cry, which sounded like the hoot of a night bird.

"That is their strange signal," continued the Arab.

We rose, and, going to the door of the tent, scanned the wide plain, but
could see no human being crossing it.

"You are mistaken this time, Hassan," said Denviers. "What you heard was
an owl hooting."

"The sahib it is who misjudges," answered the Arab, calmly. "I have
heard the warning note of the tribe before."

"It seems to come from t