A FOURTEEN-POINTER 47 



second shot, after I had steadied myself against 

 my huntsman, went home. The stag fell. 



We rushed up to him, and found he was a 

 perfectly splendid fourteen-pointer. The antlers 

 weighed eighteen pounds. 



I have seldom been so delighted over a stag 

 as I was over this one in the Cardinal's forest. 

 He was brought in triumph to the Prince's 

 Castle at Johannisberg. And the joy of his 

 Eminence was, I really believe, almost as 

 great as mine. 



As we came that evening through the 

 Friedrichstrasse Railway Station at Berlin 

 with our splendid trophy, we heard loud cries 

 of astonishment and admiration. No hunter 

 could hear these without satisfaction. For, 

 if he is honest he will admit that his trophies 

 give him a double pleasure when they evoke 

 admiration — and sometimes a little envy too 

 — from others. 



