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a mile off, and deliberately walk into the sea ; 

 he then trotted along towards us, keeping in the 

 shallow water, evidently to throw the dogs off 

 the scent. Now and then he would stop and 

 listen and then trot on again. We kept per- 

 fectly still and the deer passed within forty 

 yards of where we were sitting, when I shot him ; 

 he proved to be a nice young buck with fair 

 horns ; we had a hard job to carry him back 

 through the woods to the hut, turn and turn 

 about, over our shoulders. 



I tried for several nights lying in wait for 

 deer in the paddocks where they came to feed 

 on the farmers' crops ; but though I frequently 

 heard them jumping the palings and feeding 

 within a few yards of me I never succeeded in 

 getting a shot, owing to the darkness of the 

 night. On a moonlight night it must be a sure 

 and easy way of killing them. It is, however, 

 cold work, and one is very apt to get a touch of 

 fever and ague, as I did, for my trouble. An 

 invaluable recipe for shooting in marshy coun- 

 tries is a bottle of sherry and quinine mixed, a 



