34 RED DEER. 



here, and by it there are a few short firs 

 and bushes, quite out of sight from the level 

 of the moor; for there are trees in the 

 hollows, but the glance of necessity passes 

 high over them. Beyond the spring is a 

 wall ; neither deer nor ponies heed it in the 

 least, and even the sheep can climb most of 

 the walls. Within the wall I enter on the 

 heather, rising nearly to the knee, and tiring 

 to walk through, unless you follow paths or 

 select places less thickly covered. 



The tips of the heather are fresh and 

 green, but the stems are dry and arid-look- 

 ing; they are wiry, hard, and unyielding. 

 Another distance, I do not know how far, 

 of dry dark heather continually fraying 

 against my knees, is traversed, when in front 

 appears a coombe, overgrown with heather 

 from summit to foot, and I stop suddenly. 

 On the opposite slope are five hinds lying 

 down, their heads visible above the heather, 



