36 RED DEER. 



great hillside grew aglow with the light they 

 reflected. 



All the view — the slopes, the wood, the 

 heather — was instinct with the presence of the 

 wild deer; though sheltering in harbour from 

 the heat, they were there. They had passed 

 under the green larches, which were scarcely 

 hicdi enough to trive me shade — the sun at 

 noon looked down between the trees — they 

 had drunk from the stream by the sallow, 

 whose dark boughs overhung it. I could have 

 stayed and dreamed there by the splashing 

 water, but there were yet more distances to 

 be got over. I climbed up the rocky side, 

 and from thence could see alono; the Badire- 

 worthy Valley to the dull red precipice of 

 rocky fragments that overlooks the Lynn. 

 Passing more undulations of the moor there 

 opened another coombe, this time deep and 

 wide, and on the side towards me covered by 

 a thick crrowth of larches. On the other it 

 was bare. 



As I followed a deer path on the high 



