222 By Mountain, Lake, and Plain 



Often afterwards I repaired to that spot, and 

 waiting there at break of day turned my glasses 

 on half a dozen different likely points : the grassy 

 ridge on the far side of a distant jungle-filled 

 ravine ; the open shoulder deep in blue daisies, 

 across which the clump of tall beeches threw a 

 shadow ; the tangle of thorn and willows where 

 the river pursued a tortuous course far below ; 

 the still pool in the wood that glinted through 

 the tree-tops ; but most often my glasses would 

 return to that point on the bare ridge below me, 

 and the particular tree that bordered it, under 

 which the big stag first showed himself. Perhaps 

 in the dim future I may see him, and if so I shall 

 know what not to do. 



