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yards. The stag was or seemed to be walking directly 

 for the rock, and feeling confident that he would 

 Avalk up to within a few feet of it and stop, we de- 

 cided to try him at that point. True to his instinct, 

 and our surmises based upon previous observation, he 

 did stop, and gazed curiously and intently at the 

 rock. I brought the crosshairs to bear on a point 

 just back of his fore shoulder, pressed the trigger, and 

 had the satisfaction of seeing him squat. Le Buffe 

 said, "You hit him all right, but low." The deer 

 turned to the right and walked about twenty-five 

 yards away from us, lay down, but immediately got 

 up and stood broadside. "Give him another, or he 

 will get away," said the guide; "hold a little higher 

 on him this time." As my gun was still resting on 

 the limb of the juniper, I soon had the crosshairs cov- 

 ering a spot on his white side about two inches below 

 the top of his wither, and almost simultaneously with 

 the report of the gun the great deer dropped on both 

 knees and rolled over, dying before we reached him. 

 On our way to where he lay we both counted our 

 steps, and as it was slightly down grade, they would 

 average fully three feet. The guide counted 296 

 steps to where he got the first shot, and the writer 

 had 290; and we both counted twenty-five steps to 

 where he got his last ball. This was good shooting, 



