CHAP.THIRTY-FOUR DEERHOUNDS 



We were within five hundred yards, and had got over 

 the worst of our ground, when, on looking up, we saw the 

 deer trottingdeliberatelybut steadily up the hill away from 

 us, evidently havingbeen moved by somesuspicion of dang- 

 er, though we were positive he had not seen or scented us. 

 "See to that; the brute is clean gone," said Donald; and, 

 indeed, clean gone he was for that evening, as just then we 

 lost sight of his antlers as he got over the crest of the hill. 

 On taking the glass, and examining the whole country 

 round, I soon saw the object of his alarm in the person of 

 the very shepherd whose house we were making for. The 

 man was passing at some distance on his way homewards, 

 quite unconscious of our presence or the mischief he had 

 done, as he trudged along towards us with his plaid over 

 his shoulder, and his two colley dogs trotting slowly at his 

 heels. ' 'Oh, but we'll give him a bonny fleg for spoiling our 

 sport the night," said Malcolm. Accordingly Donald and 

 he concealed themselves in the burn, one above and the 

 otherbelow thepointatwhich the shepherd appearedlikely 

 to cross it, while I remained hid in a hollow of the moss, a 

 quiet spectator of their attack on the poor fellow's nerves. 



The shepherd had just put his foot in the burn, when 

 Malcolm shouted at the top of his voice, "Willie Young, 

 Willie Young," this being the man's name. He stopped 

 short, and with a frightened look at seeing no one, was 

 going on his way again, when Donald took up the chorus, 

 "Willie Young, Willie Young." "Wha's you".? said the 

 shepherd, turning towards Donald. "Willie Young, Willie 

 Young," then shouted Malcolm, and at his voice the un- 

 happy proprietor of the name wheeled round as on a pivot, 

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