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attempt the unguarded one. The quick and wary 

 eye of a practised roe-hunter seldom gave them 

 this advantage, and, watching every fall or rise in 

 the intervening ground where a passing glimpse 

 might be snatched, could with all but certainty 

 predict their course, and be ready to welcome 

 them with a salute. I had a particular fancy for 

 these two passes, and by means of a smart race 

 between them now and then, killed six roes, and 

 did not allow a single escape to the hills.* 



Our last hunting-day at Glenfalloch was per- 

 haps the most exciting and scientific I ever took 

 part in. We had already bagged 28 roes, and 

 were careless of shooting more, the day in fact 

 being intended for small game. The pair of larch 

 trees which spanned the Falloch, claiming equal 

 right with the celebrated Menai to the title and 

 dignity of bridge, had been safely crossed. Ben 

 Glass with its rugged face had been wellnigh 

 breasted, and I was thinking of the old " packman" 

 frozen to death a year before, and whose cairn with 



* A woodcock was hiding within a few yards of the place 

 where one of these roes fell. It sprang when we were examin- 

 ing the dead animal, and was cut down by a roe charge. 



