90 CLEAN SHOTS. 



by transportation for life. There (flings down Ids rifle) 

 lie there, thou villain ! ( hie cestus artemque repono.'' " 



" They're a' ganging right, yer Honour, and we shall 

 have them again beyond Cairn Dairg Moor." 



" By Jupiter ! so we shall, Peter. Here, give me my 

 rifle, most humane of men, and I will aye make a clean 

 shot in future." 



" And I have seen you mak' clean shots half through 

 the season ; but the wee bit bal will whiles tak his ain 

 course naething mare wilfu." 



" Now, then, Peter, take Percy, and get the wounded 

 hart to bay a fine fellow he is. I need not caution 

 you to pass the scent of the herd before you lay him on. 

 There is no hurry. In the mean time I will load my rifle 

 myself: and then, Peter (you ken what I mean), we 

 shall have no more broken ramrods." 



" Did I brak a ramrod since last Tuesday ? " 



" Indeed you did not, my good fellow ; you only 

 rendered a powder-horn unfit for service; but I would 

 rather have my ramrods broken daily, in the excitement 

 and hurry of the moment, by a dear lover of the sport like 

 you, than have my rifles loaded carefully, slowly, and me- 

 chanically, by a tame and lukewarm sportsman. Here, 

 take a glass of whiskey, Peter." 



" Now, Lightfoot, we will wait here till we see the dog 

 laid on. I am vain, you know, of my hounds, and Percy 

 is one of my best. You see what a pace Peter is going, 

 with my favourite in the leash pulling him onward all the 

 way; now they are dashing through the stream now 

 he breasts the hill, and has passed the track of the herd, 

 and is trying to find the slot of the wounded deer: lie 



