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Shortly afterwards I heard him fire, and then the 

 hounds turned towards me. The first doe which 

 crossed the ride bit the dust, but the second chose 

 the moment of reloading and escaped with the hounds 

 in hot pursuit. Eventually, however, they lost her, 

 and we did not get another shot. My host had killed 

 his deer as it was going through the bushes bordering 

 the road. This ended my experience of a method of 

 fallow-deer shooting which can be seen nowhere else 

 in England, nor, I think, in the whole world. 



