2^0 SNOB AND THE STAG. 



My dog Snob was very keen for going in at the stags 

 and pinning them by the nose. A small horned stag came 

 stepping out the mund, whilst I was waiting at the end of a 

 shola about eighty yards below ; he caught sight of me and 

 stood broadside on. The next instant he was thrown on his 

 tracks with a ball high up in his shoulder. Snob had put 

 him up and ran in at him immediately he fell. The deer 

 struggled violently and got up with Snob hanging on his 

 nose, but he soon fell again, to Snob's intense satisfaction. 

 Poor old Snob ! he was one of the pluckiest dogs I ever 

 possessed. He came to a sad end from the bite of a leopard, 

 and was a great loss to me. 



I was out at Peer-mund on the 23rd of February, 1867, 

 when Francis came to say a big stag was coming up the 

 hill, so I hastened out of the shola and from " the future 

 Avalanche " I saw a fine stag ; he was a good way down but 

 evidently making for the shola I had just left. The wind had 

 lulled a good deal so there was not much fear of his getting 

 our wind, but his caution was very great. He would stop 

 every few yards, look steadily ahead, and occasionally smell 

 the ground. As he came zigzagging up the hill, I admired 

 through the glass his fine, thick, well beaded antlers, with 

 thick and long, brow antlers. The only defect was that the 

 upper tines were rather too small for the mass of antler, but 

 it was a beautiful head. I tried to guess the length of horn 

 and put it down as above thirty-five inches ; on he came ; 

 there was only one pass under the perpendicular rock to the 

 shola, so taking off our shoes we hastened down to the 

 plateau of the lower rocks ; I told Francis that the moment 

 the stag came to where we had been down below, he would 

 smell our track and bolt, however, we could command the 



