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on the mountain by the skies disdained to have its 

 purity sullied by the red blood of the victims of 

 its own betrayal. 



Scarcely had the three roes flitted from the 

 high ground above me, when the keeper and re- 

 trievers rose from the hollow underneath. His 

 hawk eye had caught a glimpse of the guns on 

 the hillside, saw that we avoided the passes, and, 

 profiting by this discovery, he had followed in the 

 wake, until he too perceived the cause. Unable, 

 however, to find out our plan of approach, he had 

 prudently kept himself and dogs in hiding until 

 the deer made their wary exit. 



A better illustration of the power to compel 

 success which knowledge of the sport gives the 

 roe-hunter, I have seldom had the pleasure to 

 record. Here were three men left entirely to 

 their own resources, and none of them made the 

 slightest mistake. At parting, they all made 

 sure that their game had taken shelter in the 

 wood. These deer at first were half a mile dis- 

 tant from the nearest gun, and yet. all three 

 hunters, though far separated, detected them and 

 marked their last dodge, while they themselves 



