90 LEAVES FEOM A GAME BOOK. 



fetch, he stalked "the Flat," there making a fine shot 

 at 250 yards at a heavy ten -pointer, who had so many 

 hinds with him that it was impossible to get any 

 nearer. 



On the 10th of October I had a bit of luck when 

 coming home somewhat depressed after a blank day, for 

 when near the Sword Loch, on the East March of 

 Corrour, we heard two reports ring out from the sky- 

 line in front of us. This brought us at once to a 

 halt, and, pulling out the glasses, we soon saw our 

 neighbour. Lord Cowper (who in conjunction with Lord 

 Brownlow had rented Sir Robert Menzies' forest of 

 Rannoch that year), while, better still, we quickly dis- 

 covered he had missed a good stag, which we could also 

 see was galloping full steam ahead towards us. On that 

 day I had " young Allan " for stalker, who knew right 

 well the course the beast would take ; so, after making a 

 short run, we had only to keep still and wait, when in a 

 few minutes past us came the now slowly trotting stag, 

 exactly broadside on, and, the ball doing its duty, a few 

 minutes later saw us standing over a fat eight-pointer, 



