RED DEER. 



time he would have been called a brocke 

 or brocket. 



As I turned from the fir- cover out into 

 the moor I noticed a small shrub of rhodo- 

 dendron flowering brightly among the dark 

 heather, far indeed from those tennis-lawns 

 with which it is associated about town. It 

 was the only flower at that time in all the 

 miles of dark moor over which I had 

 walked under the burning sun. Some one 

 had planted it, some one who loved the 

 tall deer. If you can find it if- you will 

 find a spot both wild and beautiful, for 

 there the distances are relieved by the 

 green firs of the coombe, and the oaks of 

 the wood across the valley. But the boom 

 of thunder again rolling under an unclouded 

 sun once more reminded me of the im- 

 measurable horizon of Exmoor. 



