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begun the search, and found him at the very spot 

 we anticipated. He was standing sideways at 70 

 yards from my feet, when I fired and dropped him 

 on his side. He rose, and struggling down the 

 steep, was quickly pulled down by my favourite 

 retriever. 



The dusk was now merging into darkness, the 

 chase having lasted from high noon till past five- 

 o'clock. Weary and hungry, with a heavy roe 

 slung upon each of our shoulders, and a long, 

 rough, dark journey home, I will nevertheless 

 make bold to assert that a more " heartsome" or 

 merrier one never was taken. 



After the many splendid roe-hunts I have fol- 

 lowed, both in former and in later years, it is my 

 firm conviction that gun-fanciers can only under- 

 value this sport from lack of knowledge. No 

 doubt deer-stalking is both interesting and excit- 

 ing to a tyro even from the first. He has the 

 whole open panorama spread before him, and a 

 sort of hazy, mystified conception of the plan of 

 operations. Above all, he is encouraged by the 

 stalker (in whose hands he is a mere puppet) with 

 the probability, nay almost certainty, of a fair rifle 



