870 



Bow -Shooting. 



THE HAUNT OF THE HERON. 



of creeping. But he was getting the space quite narrow between 

 him and the heron. Presently it only remained for him to reach an- 

 other tuft. Line by line he seemed to move, scarcely faster than the 

 hand of a clock, and at last we saw him draw himself up behind the 

 tall weeds. For a few moments he rubbed his arms to relieve them 

 of their weariness, then he slipped an arrow from his quiver, nocked 

 it on the string, and moved to one side of the tuft to get a view of 

 his bird. I was watching his movements through a good glass, and 

 I felt my nerves tingle with the excitement of expectancy. All at 

 once he drew and shot. Down came the heron impaled on the shaft, 

 his great wings spread out and his long neck doubled under him ! 

 Caesar and I leaped to our feet and yelled with delight. 



