STALKING ROE-BUCK IN SILESIA 61 



the mystery is solved. The sights have shifted 

 and stand at three hundred. 



My good friend Stiinzner consoles me. He 

 has sent a forester to watch a little preserve, 

 where a fine but shy buck is known to be 

 in hiding; so we may be successful yet. We 

 start off and soon meet the hunter, who has 

 before now located many a fine buck for me, 

 standing in a meadow, his glass levelled at a 

 patch of rye. Sure enough the buck has come 

 down from the preserve and has doubled and 

 lain down in a very narrow rye-field. 



Now good advice was at a premium, ^\^lat 

 should we do ? The buck might well stay 

 there six hours and then steal clear away — a 

 rotten business that ! We decided to go 

 for it. 



The Head Forester took the right wing; I 

 the middle and Warnert the left. A in my 

 sketch represents a peasant's cart and B our 

 carriage. With a halloo we left the carriage 

 and ran right through the rye. 



Nothing happens. The huntsman scratches 

 his head and swears, but insists : " The buck 



