DEER -DRIVING IX MULL. 45 



wood not a track in Torlochan the evening 

 fast closing in, and our only hope the rugged 

 jungle of Garrochree, To humour the wind and 

 command a view of the hunt, we occupied the 

 high passes, but after the morning failures had 

 about equal hope of moving a rhinoceros as a 

 red-deer. I was listlessly looking at the men 

 taking ground ere they threw the dogs into the 

 thicket, when my eye picked up a deer slowly 

 threading a devious course, but evidently making 

 for the open hill With keen interest I watched 

 its many wayward angles and wheels, when sud- 

 denly halting and casting a glance at the baffled 

 dogs and men, it stalked into the bare ground a 

 majestic royal stag. Choosing the pass immedi- 

 ately beyond those where we were concealed, and 

 bringing his noble profile into full relief against 

 the evening sky, he disappeared leisurely over 

 the ridge of the hill. This was the first time I 

 saw "the Garrochree stag," but it was not the 

 last. 



Our second Mull season began as prosperously 

 as the first, but we had the advantage of another 

 gun, both my sons having got a fortnight's leave 



