A few hundred yards from the northern boundary of the British Conce: trance to the old Race Course, situated on what is now the Russian Concession, and a very fine course it was where fast times were the rule. A stately edifice, yclept "the Pig and Whistle,"" adorned the entrance to the race-course, and the earlier generations of re.
dents and visitors will recall many pleasant hours spent in that ancient hostelry, long since swept away by the march of improvement. It only contained two rooms, one of whic! was the bar, and it was built of clap-boards, but the coziness and comfort of the old place were unsurpassed, especially after a rounst or two of golf on a cold and rainy day.
Many a weird story of more weird performances of past golf champions was told there under the mellowing influences of a really good whiskey—to-day when the tired golfers fore gathered in the gloaming, and ® proud man was he who could carry his memory back over 8 score of years and point out the names of past champions on the large board hung up on the wall opposite the bar.
Evil times betel the golf club for a while after the "Pig" was killed, and the ''Whistle" ceased to blow, Srig f
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