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we had to turn down the ear-flaps of our shooting- 

 eaps, and Toma showed that he felt the bitter 

 wind by tying a fag-end of rope tighter and 

 tighter round the waist of his old coat. The 

 snow was cut up in all directions by the wander- 

 ing sheep and deer, but somehow we missed them 

 on that last day, though once I stood within 

 200 yards of a band of rams, standing in serried 

 rank, heads all level and still as stones, staring at 

 me ; but I did not see them in time, and when 

 Toma's frantic gesticulations called my attention 

 to them, they vanished into the timber, on the 

 edge of which they were standing, before I could 

 fire. I killed a big buck for his antlers and his 

 haunch, in a glade of the forest, fairy-like in its 

 snow-draped beauty ; and then we struck the 

 tents, and carrying our trophies with us, sought 

 the low country again. My head is now turned 

 for home, but, as you may well guess, I shall 

 dwell as much as may be on the journey. If I 

 get any more sport you shall hear of it. 



Yours truly, 



C. P. W. 



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