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	<title>Comments on: And now, Horace Kephart</title>
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	<description>"Basking and sporting in the great clean out-of-doors"</description>
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		<title>By: Angus Smith</title>
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		<description>A number of years ago I made a long distance telephone call from an island paradise caressed by the Atlantic upon Scotlands Western seaboard.The island in question is called Jura, or in the &#039;mother tounge&#039; Eilean Dhiura. Jura, yes not to be confused with coffee machines or minor regions of France.However we can be assured that the mention of what is seen as Europe&#039;s last true wilderness will bring a large smile to the face of old Horace as he surveyes below him, the valley of modern life from the clouds above.As to the phone call, well we all us, as we go through life require mentors and it is my good fortune to count Dennis as one of mine.</description>
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