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XV. The Maral Stag (continued). 



" But Johnie's busk't up his gude bend bow, 

 His arrows ane by ane, 

 And he has gone to Durrisdeer 

 To hunt the dun deer down. 



As he came down to merrie mass, 

 And in by his benty line, 

 There he espied a deer lying 

 Aneath a bush of ling." 



Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border. 



I GOT two other stags on the Karatikan ground. 

 The first was a ten-pointer, spotted far below us, 

 wandering restlessly about in the bush near the 

 river. He disappeared in the cover, but on going 

 down to look for him, he jumped up like a hare 

 from her form. I hit him as he was going off, 

 and got him after a little trouble. 



The other was an evening stalk. We were 

 spying a big expanse of ground below us about 

 sunset, when I turned my glasses on a steep hill 

 under the low sun. There was a cliff of red clay 

 at the bottom of which began the thorn jungle, 

 and on this, in the heavy blue shadow, I could 



