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WILD SPAIN. 



drops of blood, all enveloped in sand, quite indiscernible 

 to my eye, were instantly detected by the guardas. The 

 dogs were laid on, and within a few minutes we heard the 

 crash which told of the stag at bay. The final scene was 



A FIFTEEN-POINTER. 



just completed when I reached the spot — on foot, for in 

 the rough scramble through forest and broken ground 

 I had managed to get thrown, gun and all, and preferred 

 to finish the pursuit on my legs. The first ball had 



