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to sight for a long time. They were slowly 

 coming round, driving the hares into a scat- 

 tered belt of small spruce that lay below the 

 ridge where the guns were to be posted. My 

 Lord placed himself at the end of the triangle 

 of the ridge. At a distance of two hundred 

 yards farther round the hill, forty yards from 

 the top, I was posted. Round the corner 

 over the ridge, was My Lady. We were all 

 safely out of sight and shot of each other. 



The mist had lifted somewhat, it was pos- 

 sible to see a hazy few hundred yards. 



I had taken up my position beside a dwarf 

 spruce. It looked gaily green in the sombre 

 light amongst the broken, white-patched 

 ground. The brown and white held the fore- 

 ground here in equal force ; the longer shoots 

 of the old heather overtopping the snow, 

 making a black-and-white piebald parterre. 

 This made seeing white hares somewhat diffi- 

 cult for unpractised shooters. 



There was not long to wait. Hanging my 

 cartridge bag on a branch of the spruce bush, 

 I filled my coat pockets with cartridges. The 



