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tattered garment, he swallowed at one gulp a large 

 dose of alcohol, which I prescribed, and with a 

 " pech " of satisfaction eagerly inquired 



" What time would it be, sir, if you please 1 " 



" It's not three o'clock yet, John," I replied. 



" We'll have another whatever," he said ; and 

 shouldering the rifle, he stepped out with all the 

 elasticity of youth. 



It did not look like it for a while ; but at last, 

 about six o'clock, John, who was twenty yards in 

 advance I was getting pretty well done suddenly 

 drew back, then lying down on his face, he peered 

 cautiously into the depths below. He lay perfectly 

 still till I got up to him, then rising, he shook the 

 snuff- drops from his mane, I'm getting poetical 

 but nose is the word I wanted, and gracefully wip- 

 ing the member in question with the back of his 

 hand, he quietly drew the rifle from its cover. 



" He's a good beast," he whispered, with a chuckle. 



Crawling quietly forward, I looked over. There, 

 about eighty or ninety yards below, in a pretty little 

 grassy basin, lay a stag. Glancing over my shoulder 

 at John with a reassuring smile, I put the rifle over 

 a rock in front, took a steady aim, and missed the 

 beast as clean as a whistle ! Up he jumped, much 

 surprised at the noise, when in went the second 

 barrel, slap into the middle of his back, and down 

 he fell. 



"What a shot!" said John. " Splendid ! two 



