FOREWORD FRESH from her triumphs in the mighty hunting grounds of Somaliland and Alaska, Miss Herbert comes to the tiny, but, as her book shows, the happy, hunting-ground of the Isle of Man, Manx-men and Manx-women are her quarry, not lions and bears. To me the chief aim in a charming book are the keen, yet loving and delicate, appreciation of the people and their country, and the intimate and humorous description of their manners and customs an appreciation and a description possible only to one who, like Miss Herkrt, was brought up amongst them, There is, however, much beides this. Archeology, Folklore, and the Herring Fishery are lightly and pleasantIy dealt with. Even the Serbonian bog of Manx history is not shunned, and, in the manner of Waldron of old, is enlivened with apt anecdote and illustration. It is clear, nevertheless, that Miss Herbet leaves the Duke of Athol and his congeners with relief, and that she gleefully betakes herself to the more congenial society of the Playnnoddwee, the Ghashti, and the Becggane. I have been trying to find original epithets to depict the effect of this book upon me, but, as I am obsessed with the words bright, breezy, and bracing, used in a well-known advertisement to describe Monas Isle, I have tried in vain. After all, these words do describe Miss Herberts book. I am certain that, when any native of Mona reads it, he or she would not . . .