LEAVES FEOM A GAME BOOK. 221 



treat in the shape of having the deer " moved " off Ben 

 Leod, a big bare hill on the borders of the Glen Coul 

 and Glen Dubh beats, on which from three to five 

 hundred stags were massed in unapproachable security. 

 Anxiously were we looking forward to seeing this great 

 herd of stags come over the sky-line, a show which is 

 at all times an exciting and blood-stirring one for 

 whoever beholds it. The late Sir Edwin Landseer 

 gave a fine exposition of the force of this sentiment 

 when witnessing his first deer drive. So carried away 

 was he by his feelings, that — though he had his rifle 

 in his hand, and had been solely placed where he was 

 for the express purpose of killing deer — forgetting all 

 else, he sprang upright, clapped his horror-stricken 

 gillie on the shoulder, while loudly he exclaimed, 

 " By heavens, it's a sight for a king ! " though in 

 doing this he quite spoilt the whole drive. Imagine, 

 then, our vexation when the morn of this 27th of 

 August was ushered in with rain falling in torrents 

 from leaden-coloured skies. As from the first it was 

 a hopeless day, after giving it a chance to clear up, 



