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haunch than the heart, a bad example promptly followed 



by Lightfoot with his first barrel ; but whispering to 



him, " Steady now with your second," even as I spoke 



the ball sped true, and the next best stag rolled over. 



Then indeed the two men had much to say to each other, 



and to us also, only we could not understand them. 



Lightfoot was patted on the back, and " Goot — ferry 



goot " sounded in our ears as we all ran down to the deer. 



We each made for our own, and mine lay exactly as he 



was when the ball struck him ; death must have been 



really instantaneous, for he was brained, and lay with his 



fore legs still tucked under him, and beyond the drop of 



the head he had clearly not moved a muscle. On joining 



Lightfoot, we found his stag had a bullet in the haunch, 



another in the stomach, and the final one through the 



heart, so we had struck him at each shot. Lunch followed 



the gralloch, after which we had another long spy ; but 



finding nothing, we returned to the scene of our success, 



where we were made to understand that the deer had to 



be taken down the hill to the loch side. Between us all 



four, the carcasses were with much labour hauled down to 



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