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off at her, six barrels in all, but no one touched her. 

 The fact was she was too directly over us, this with 

 the steep grassy slope we were standing on made 

 the shot doubly difficult ; as in trying to throw 

 the gun back one stood a chance of rolling down 

 the incline. Having failed, the next step was to go 

 into concealment away from the place, and allow 

 her to return — making use of our time by partaking 

 of a very good lunch, which the keepers thoroughly 

 enjoyed. Giving the Peregrine from two to three 

 hours' rest, we made a second attempt, ranging our- 

 selves as before, the result being the same with this 

 exception that, in attempting to throw myself back 

 for the second barrel, I toppled over and rolled 

 down the slope for some distance. I then made a 

 mental note that if ever I got a third chance it 

 should be from an entirely new position. 



The third attempt was not made till 6 p.m., and 

 was our last chance. We had, in the meantime, 

 been joined by a young fellow named Todd — a 

 visitor, like myself, at Salen — and, wishing to have 

 a shot, he took Peter's gun. 



On this occasion I placed myself some 40 to 50 

 yards to the right of where I stood before, so that I 

 had the nest on my left. It was some time before 

 the Pereofrine came off, but when she did I orot a 

 cross shot at her against the face of the cliff, and, 

 getting well forward on her, pulled the trigger, the 

 result becoming immediately apparent, for she 

 very silently began to lower herself down the 

 mountain side. 



