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of this deer-stalking on horseback is as follows : 

 canter up nearly to the top of the sand hill, peer 

 over, and if things are propitious, get a shot, if not, 

 gallop round, sinking carefully below the hill ridges 

 till such a position is gained as will permit of your 

 approach on foot. Then — if things go well — slip 

 off your horse, throw the reins into the hand of the 

 trusty trooper who has been told off to be your 

 henchman, and make your stalk as best you can. 

 In hunting on the march, you must, of course, take 

 what wind you can get, and so you are terribly apt 

 to startle your game before you can get a shot. In 

 that case your only chance is to spread out and ride 

 with the best of your judgment in order to turn the 

 deer one way or the other, so that somebody may 

 get a chance. Jack has a wonderful instinct about 

 these " breaks," as he calls them, making up his 

 mind with the rapidity of lightning as to the best 

 thing to be done — and doing it off-hand ; and on 

 this instant decision depends all your hope of success. 

 It is marvellous how a horse used to the work under- 

 stands the necessity of keeping concealed when he is 

 thundering full speed up the side of the sand hill. 

 He will invariably stop just in time, and then, with 

 out-stretched neck and pointed ears, wait until you 

 have cautiously raised yourself in your stirrups, and 

 craned over to see what there may be in the valley 

 beyond. It is really a beautiful sight to see Old 

 Bull, a very handsome, high-bred horse of Bill's, 

 drawing himself out, elongating himself, as it were. 



