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quarry. It was only a yearling, and had been 

 fairly hit by the double shot, some of the pellets 

 we picked out of the hair not having even pene- 

 trated the hide. The single shot was only about 

 10 yards off, and killed her on the spot. 



Early next morning our "'bus" was at the 

 door for Glenforsa. This massive equipage had 

 a railed roof strong enough to bear a ton, im- 

 movable windows, and a low door at the stern, 

 usually strapped open. We yoked the heaviest of 

 the farm horses as wheeler, and in the lead an old 

 white Mull garron of twenty-five, harnessed with 

 cart ropes, and ridden by the lightest shepherd 

 as postilion. When the top was loaded with 

 provisions, and the inside filled by sportsmen, 

 dogs, and rifles, with the overseer as state coach- 

 man, we grinded slowly but merrily along to the 

 wonder and amusement of Mull residents. 



The wind had not been in " the richt Glenforsa 

 airt" for some days, so of course there were 

 few deer on the ground. Our first hunt was 

 thoroughly unsuccessful. Only one hind in " the 

 Knock," which bounded past me out of all fair 

 distance for Torlochan wood. I put up the long 



