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"joyous the sensation that almost makes one skip from sheer light- 

 " ness of heart ! Such is the effect of this charming climate, this 

 " climate of altitude so grateful to the toil-worn resident of the 

 " arid plains. On we go, and ascend a stiff hill to reach a saddle 

 " before we arrive at likely ground for our game. Just as we 

 " reach the ridge to which from the other side the skirt of a 

 " moderately-sized wood creeps up, we halt and peer across. To 

 " our left ; a knoll, beyond, the crest the tops of the trees of another, 

 " wood appear ; between the two woods an open sky line. Down 

 " we drop on our knees, for, lo ! on the line we suddenly spy two 

 " pairs of ears and eyes intently gazing at us. A moment more a 

 " fine stag stands on the sky line, a perfect picture. With beating 

 " heart we scan him over through the glass, and pronounce his 

 " head a poor one. The light is barely sufficient to detect clearly 

 " the sight of the rifle ; we raise it more than once, but with no 

 " intent to kill. The stag still at gaze. Presently he moves on, 

 "joins the two hinds, and all vanish from our sight. A look from 

 " the blood-thirsty shikarri expresses his contempt of our merciful 

 " act ; nevertheless we hope for our reward ! 



" The reason these deer watched us so long was probably from 

 " our having a bay pony with us, behind which we crouched ; and 

 " in the uncertain light, they did not at first distinguish whether 

 " we were friend or foe. 



" Let us proceed. We descend the side of a very steep hill 

 " cross a burn at the foot^ and mount a less precipitous rise sur- 

 " mounting a sloping valley, where the deer love to dwell ; but, 

 " mark my friend, the wind has shifted we cannot proceed on this 

 " favorite beat. We turn to our right skirting the corner of a 

 " sholah, round which we know there is a long open sward, ter- 

 " minating in a knoll, dotted here and there, and having on one 

 " side a clump of Rhododendron trees all in full bloom, their deep 

 " rosy clusters blushing more lovely than ever in the bright beams 

 " of the rising sun. But see ! there's something moving near the 

 " green-wood trees. We all drop to the ground, and bring the 

 " glass to bear ; but it is not needed, for the next moment a stag 

 " and two hinds quietly walk from under the trees on to the open 



