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except that there was a gentle breeze driving white fleecy 

 clouds across the sky, so that their moving shadows rolling 

 over moorland and mountain made a perfect picture of a 

 wild landscape. As breakfast finished, I went to the 

 dining-room window to see more of the view, and as I 

 threw it open to get a better look out, the shadows cleared 

 off stag-famed Ben-y-Vricht, while a flood of brilliant sun- 

 shine illumined the whole face of the hill, from the very 

 summit of the rocky, precipitous crest right down to the 

 more gentle slopes of the heather and grass-clad base. So 

 very clearly defined did it seem to stand out that, although 

 four miles away, I turned to the mantel-piece to reach 

 doWn a spy-glass, remarking, "It is so very bright that 

 in spite of the distance one might perhaps see deer." 



''No," said my host, "it is too far, except by any 

 chance there were a hundred of them moving together." 



However, paying no heed to the discouraging remark, 

 I knelt down, and resting the glass on the window-sill, 

 brought it to a focus, when, lo and behold ! there actually 

 appeared, as if by magic, fully a hundred deer trotting in 

 a mass across a bright green strip of grass. The discovery 



