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on to Mar. At any rate, a further search for an 

 hour yielded no trace of the animal, which, with 

 regret, I was compelled to leave. The stag thus 

 lost must have been a very large one, as the smaller 

 of the two which I now gralloched, weighed, on 

 getting it home, 16 stone 12 lbs. 



The day was getting on, so, after a hurried lunch, 

 I made for the home beat and worked up the burn, 

 where deer were to be seen in all directions, but 

 nothing exceptional being in view I passed on to 

 the west towards the Tilt, above which a big stag 

 was challenging loudly. Here the ground was 

 broken into grassy hillocks, and as nothing came 

 in the way, I succeeded in walking right up to the 

 roaring stag, till I saw his horns suddenly appearing 

 within seventy yards. He was close to the pony 

 path and within a mile and a half of the Lodge, 

 so, deciding to shoot him, I lay down, and when he 

 showed put a bullet in behind his shoulders. 



October 10th. — There being many stags to be 

 brought in, I took it easy in the morning, and went 

 out in the afternoon for a stroll up the Fealar burn. 

 Here, at the head, 1 found two lots of hinds, each 

 with a stag, and stalked both to within 150 yards, 

 but as neither of the stags seemed exceptional, 

 I retreated, and came home to tea at an early hour. 



October 12th. — The last day, and a heavy mist 

 on all the high tops. First I went up the Fealar 

 burn, and then took the hill to the east, intending to 

 visit the big punchbowl once more. Whilst climb- 

 ing the face of Gealcharn somehow I must have 

 circled too much to the right, for after half an hour's 

 walk I found myself over a valley in which I 

 thought was the Dualter burn, with a deep-voiced 



