n 4 ECHOES OF SPORT 



ficent eagle it is rarely one is higher than he 

 soaring and wheeling into the light above ; 

 his home was doubtless among the sheer rocks 

 beneath, where an ibex could not have 

 obtained a foothold. 



Behind us, by the way we had come, the 

 ground lay in brilliant sunshine, and away 

 far below the whole world was bathed in 

 light. 



Reluctantly, by degrees, we crept down 

 towards the "lower lands of day," where there 

 were plenty of other deer, but the crafty 

 wind having shifted a point or two to the 

 north, which was bad for that beat, there was 

 no luck for us in the way of a stag, though we 

 did our best ; however, we were far too rilled 

 with the splendours we had seen to mind. 



As we drove home late that evening, after 

 an excellent tea at the stalker's house, we kept 

 looking back, again and again, to where we 

 had been. Corrie Ba and the encircling corries 

 were dark with the shadows of the coming 

 night, but our " mountain of vision " and its 

 twin still glowed in the deep rose sunset. 



