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a moment of sickening suspense, and he dis- 

 appeared out of sight. Then the glad certainty 

 that the just crawling beast that I saw as I 

 followed in pursuit could not possibly escape, 

 although for caution's sake I rolled it over with 

 another shot. 



His head, a pretty little one of nine points, 

 five on the right antler, is before me as I write, 

 so I have no excuse for exaggeration. He 

 scaled a little over fifteen stone clean, and was 

 quite a creditable but not remarkable beast ; but 

 he was my first, and I would not exchange those 

 horns for the finest trophy ever made in Ger- 

 many. Fortune favoured me that day, as I 

 got another rather larger one in the afternoon. 

 But I have already occupied too much space to 

 describe the incidents of this second stalk. As 

 luck would have it, it gave me an experience 

 of a different sort, as the deer were moving, 

 and after a run to cut them off I had a few 

 minutes' wait, and was then told to take the 

 third stag out of a small herd which trotted 

 past. My beast got the bullet fair in the heart, 

 and rolled over stone-dead, after running on for 

 about fifty yards as if nothing had happened. 



Most of the above had been written before 

 Sir John Fowler's death, which took place on 

 Sunday, November 20, 1898, after a long illness 

 borne with characteristic patience and fortitude. 

 It may stand as a tribute to the memory of one 



