164 TRAVEL, ADVENTURE, AND SPORT. 



Next morning the youth above mentioned, full of 

 confidence and cold grouse, marmalade and " mild 

 York," started about 8.30 A.M. to slaughter the red- 

 deer in the forest. About 8.30 P.M. he returned a 

 sadder, and, let us hope, a wiser youth. 



" You didn't get a shot, then *? " I asked, sympa- 

 thetically. 



" Oh yes, I did," the youth replied ; " but, just 

 like my d d luck, the brute bolted behind a rock as 

 I was firing, and I missed him." 



" How very unfortunate ! " I said. " And you saw 

 nothing else 1 " I asked, pursuing my inquiries. 



" Yes, I had another shot," was the reply ; " but, 

 just like my d d luck, it was in the dark couldn't 

 see the sights on my rifle, and of course I missed 

 him." 



"Of course," I chorussed, more sympathetically 

 than before. 



'* We watched the brute for a long while after- 

 wards," continued the youth. "He went like the 

 very devil at first ; then we saw him stop in the 

 corrie ; but, just like my d d luck, he went on 

 again." 



The lights and shadows on the Scottish hills 

 have often been depicted. What would a landscape- 

 painter have given for such a scene ! the stag almost 

 invisible to the naked eye, yet seen distinctly through 

 the glass more than a mile off. You think the youth 

 exaggerated, or made some mistake in the time ? I 



