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is no more beautiful sight in creation than a ch¢a/ stag in a sun-flecked 
dell when— 
“‘ Ere his fleet career he took 
The dewdrops from his flanks he shook ; 
Like crested leader, proud and high, 
Toss’d his beam’d frontlet to the sky ; 
A moment gazed adown the dale, 
A moment snuff’d the tainted gale, 
A moment listen’d to the cry 
That thicken’d as the chase drew nigh ; 
Then, as the headmost foes appeared, 
With one brave bound the copse he clear’d.” 
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Axis maculatus, 
Here I may fitly quote again from ‘‘ Hawkeye,” whose descriptions 
are charming : “Imagine a forest glade, the graceful bamboo arching 
