THE DEER HUNT. 105 



and a more experienced taste, the other the restraint of 

 a presence whose absence is never for good ? 



After dinner came the pipes and a long talk, and then 

 as the sun went down, tracking the woods with his 

 sanguine trail, we packed up our game, one deer to each 

 pony, and with Pompey Duffield Sah taking the lead, 

 filed off through the shadowy woods for the plantation. 



