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missed the head and fell. The buck instantly turned 

 to bay, and, on Odin's coming at him again, rolled 

 the dog, who had now lost all power, over on the 

 plain. I kept moving round the buck on Brock, 

 with three parts of a mind to ride at him, to see if 

 I could take up his attention, or cast a line over his 

 head, if any one would bring one to me, so to give 

 a chance to the dog ; but as I saw that Odin was 

 sinking and bleeding, and that it would be utterly 

 out of the question to win, having four other bucks 

 to catch, I then at once resigned. 



Having been beaten by one of the causes on which 

 alone I apprehended defeat, to amuse the spectators, 

 I got a brace of dogs and coursed, and took two or 

 three bucks ; and each time Brock never failed to lie 

 down. After the coursing was over. Brock then, at 

 a sign from me, lay down by some of the carriage 

 doors. Of course, in making this match, I counted 

 on the customary state of the deer at that particular 

 season ; and I feel convinced that it is to be done 

 now by a good man and dog, the only difficulty, 

 unless Brock was, as the Scotch say, " to the fore," 

 would be in a horse taught in that excited state to 

 lie down. 



