HUNTING & SHOOTING IN CEYLON 



stomach across a slab rock immediately above the bay, 

 and, being unable to fire myself, for fear of the bullet 

 glancing on the rock, I motioned to him to do so ; but 

 the buck lived yet, and before W. could shoot he had 

 caught one of the dogs in a sweep of his horns, and throw- 

 ing it high in the air, charged as it fell. But W. was 

 in time to save a catastrophe, and, with a quick snap-shot 

 with his .500 Express, put an end to the finest fighting 

 stag I have yet met with. 



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