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tried again. Again it got away. I got the 

 third shot in with the buck between the two 

 carts. As if struck by hghtning, he collapsed. 



My Remington repeater had made this 

 possible; otherwise three shots in such quick 

 succession had been impossible. It was the 

 best buck I ever shot. And a very narrow 

 thing too. 



Cecile often accompanies me on my hunting 

 expeditions. She shares my passion for nature 

 and sport, and her sharp eyes are as quick as 

 the foresters'. 



The ride home is delicious. The sun has 

 risen, the birds are in full song; everything 

 smells of fresh earth, of wet meadows and 

 corn. And in the corn glisten bright-coloured 

 tufts of wild flowers. The peasants, many an 

 old friend of mine among them, are driving 

 their teams to work. And hark ! there is the 

 cuckoo's tireless call ! 



On a stalk like this we have sometimes seen 

 as many as thirty bucks, all possible shots. 

 But it's quality, not quantity that counts. 



Not far from Ellgut stands our beautiful, 



