This story comes from the North. One day a brace of fine plump birds with neither card nor label were duly delivered by the postman to a popular Scottish bailie. The worthy magistrate did not know whom to thank for the gift, but he was a man of resource. He wrote to all his friends who had the good fortune to be shooting in the Highlands asking each if he was the thoughtful donor. In every case the reply came back, "No, but T shall not forget you." And they; did not. Before the end of the week the bailie's larder was full.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.