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another sport which I am inclined to think 

 very nearly equals it in every respect, save 

 only that we neither have the music of the 

 hounds nor the delightful feeling of having 

 a well-bred horse under us — I allude to 

 chamois stalking. But for me it must not 

 be such chamois shooting as a good many 

 Englishmen are familiar with, as, indeed, a 

 well-known firm of tourist agents were ad- 

 vertising the other day — I mean that in 

 which the Hcrr is put under charge of 

 a forester, who takes his rifie and leads the 

 way for some hours, till at last, after peering 

 over a ridge, he beckons his panting, per- 

 spiring " Master," and says, '' The third from 

 the snow-patch is the buck ; shoot quick, or 

 they'll be off." 



No ; if I am to have a companion, let it 

 be a four-legged one — a dog who will lie 



