182 ' SPORT. ' 



" Alas, unconscious of his doom, 

 The youthful victim climbs ! " 



A friend of mine who ripened into a grand 

 deer-stalker and sportsman, in his very earliest 

 years went, full of ardour, to the castle of a Scotch 

 grandee, the lord of many glens and corries, to 

 visit whom and to be free of whose forest had 

 been the dream of his life. There, after a night 

 sleepless from excitement and full of the visions 

 of the stag-glories of the morrow, he chanced, as 

 he passed through some room or passage on his 

 way to breakfast on the eventful morning, to over- 

 hear his host's voice in the next room, and though 

 not according to his wont some fascination induced 

 him to stop and listen, and this is the appalling 

 dialogue which he heard. 



The Duke. — " Donald ! young Lord — (himself) 

 will go on the hill to-day." 



Donald. — " Yes, your Grace." 



The Duke. — " Where, will you take him ? " 



