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distance. Across the river was at least two hundred yards, 

 and from thence to the forest edge was as far again. 

 I acknowledged my mistake, and humbled myself before 

 Saunders, whose powers of judging distances over two 

 hundred yards were usually at fault. This time, however, 

 he had been quite right. The stag seemed to carry a very 

 fine head, but then they always do when they get away. 



We travelled on for a mile or two, and then camped 

 for the night on a steep bank of larch, and the night 

 closed in with heavy rain, which put a finishing touch to 

 this unfortunate day. 



