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lapsed stone dead. Had he fallen one half-minute 

 later I should have prided myself on a long shot 

 for the distance was at least a hundred and seventy 

 yards. 



Another time, when I had called in vain for some 

 time, I met with a surprising answer. With a faint 

 bleat a tiny fawn trotted up to me, saw me, and fled. 

 Again I called, and again the little beast appeared, 

 examined me, stamped its tiny foot, and fled. The 

 third call produced the same result. This time I 

 moved a step towards it, stamping my foot loudly. 

 It fled headlong, and I did not see it again. It had 

 evidently lost its parents, and, as my calling had no 

 other result, they must have moved some way off. 

 It could not have been two months old, yet its distrust 

 of man was fully developed. 



