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he would recognise him anywhere ; he had 

 been constantly looking out for him, on that 

 ground and elsewhere, ever since the fatal day 

 early in the month. 



However, the business of this day was to 

 find another, and as the ground was full of 

 them, and they were roaring in every direc- 

 tion, there did not seem to be any difficulty. 



But it was a day when all things were right 

 except the most important, namely the wind, 

 and that was in the north-east, which meant 

 we should have to go right to the very end of 

 the ridge, if possible without disturbing any 

 deer, and then work it on our homeward way. 



O wind ! what power is yours on the hill ! 

 How you hold us in the hollow of your mighty 

 hand, be your breath gentle as a zephyr or 

 fierce as old Boreas. Better a gale from the 

 south or west than a sigh from the north-east 

 on this ground. Worst of all, if your mood 

 changes, and having counted on you from one 

 direction you slowly back round till instead 

 of laughing in our faces you grin over our 

 shoulders behind our backs. 



