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I was first aware that they were close upon my 

 hiding-place by a head peering over the mound 

 within pistol-shot of the muzzle of my gun. 

 Anxious for a right and left, I was loath to fire 

 until the three had topped the hillock, so the 

 rejected head caught sight of its contemner, and 

 ducking back warned the others, when they all 

 scampered away. 



I was on the hillock top in an instant, but an 

 unfortunate dip in the ground hid them until 

 nearly out of reach, when I fired and struck the 

 rear one bounding straight from me. At full 

 pitch of their speed, the now terrified creatures 

 dashed past the high gun, a long cross-shot. The 

 leader fell dead, but the others, scared anew, 

 swerved down hill, only allowing the second barrel 

 time for a distant snap at the one I had before 

 struck. The pair rushed down the burn's bank, 

 one of them crossed, and immediately showing on 

 the other side, darted up the hill at full stride ; 

 why the other lagged behind, we were at no loss 

 to guess. 



There was no dispute about the lurking-place 

 of the wounded roe. Without a word we at once 



