142 STALKS ABROAD 



with a meat saw. They then howled in unison. Two 

 satellites arrived, one with a pillow, the other carrying 

 a large strip of matting. This was laid down and 

 on it the struggling stag was placed, the pillow 

 beneath his head. His ear was drawn down over 

 his eyes ; then nine men sat on him and tucked 

 him up all nice and comfy. I bethought me that I 

 would like to photograph so unique a view. But 

 how could I immortalise a struggling deer, in a bad 

 light with no sun? Hypnotic influence was in the 

 air. One of the smiling attendants was at my side 

 as if by magic. He waved his hand and marconi- 

 grammed to Sir Walter. Sir Walter waved his 

 stick ; more myrmidons rushed up and fell upon 

 the struggling victim ; I'm not sure the high 

 priest himself didn't lend some assistance, though 

 as far as I could see, he never moved, and I got 

 my photograph. It seemed a marvel that the deer 

 did not break their slender legs. The poor brutes 

 were very fat and rapidly got used up. They 

 stood about with heaving necks and lolling tongues, 

 yet none were injured, with the exception of a few 

 cuts and scratches, in the majority of cases inflicted 

 by their own kind. 



Whilst a big stag was having his horns cut off, 

 an operator noticed a gash in his flank. Picking 

 up some earth, he rubbed it vigorously on the wound, 

 a remedy which I have heard mentioned before as 

 being efficacious. In one charge a man got knocked 

 over by the antlers of a stag and lay groaning. 



