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shot behind the shoulders. Twice he tried to rise, 

 when Jim said, 'Shoot' gin, sir' which I did, 

 and the second ball sent him to the happy hunt- 

 ing grounds. This stag, which would have weighed 

 at least 650 pounds, was the largest I killed, and had 

 a magnificent head of horns. Jim soon had him 

 turned bottom side up ready to dress, when looking 

 up the marsh, half a mile distant I saw an immense 

 stag with antlers like a brush heap. ' Jim ! Jim ! ' I 

 exclaimed and away he ran, and I after him, 

 through the 'woods, over a little marsh into another 

 little woods, where we crawled up to a herd twenty- 

 two in number. The deer were feeding, but soon be- 

 came aware that something was near that boded no 

 good and began to edge off, and as they advanced, 

 kept looking back. I could have killed a doe several 

 times, but I was after horns ; but to save me I could 

 not get a shot at the old stag. At last they reached 

 the open marsh and stood like frightened cattle. The 

 old warrior turned broadside, and stepping on a rock 

 near by, I raised on tip-toe, fired over the back of a doe, 

 and had the satisfaction of seeing my stag drop dead. 

 He had the largest antlers I secured. As we ran out 

 on the marsh to claim our prize, the remainder of the 

 herd ran off about a hundred yards and halted. A 

 fine barren doe almost as white as snow took Jim's 



