MAMMALS I HAVE STALKED 109 



memory tumbling burns, heather-clad slopes, fern-laden dingles, 

 sundew bogs, ridges which seem never ending, always elusive, 

 never exactly satisfying, a land of historic associations handed 

 down to us through the centuries, rich in the footsteps of anti- 

 quity, where, to-day, the Wild Bed Deer still roams free, monarch 

 of all he surveys. 



