262 SHOOTING-LADIES 



Hills. A rope is quickly thrown over 

 the animal's horns, with which he is 

 drawn up to the rails, and Arthur's ready 

 knife is thrust into his broad chest. The 

 blood rushes out in a great stream, but 

 the poor stag makes no sign but a 

 moaning bellow of pain. Silently most 

 of the sportsmen turn their horses round 

 in the lane, and move off to empty flasks 

 and Vi'Ait cio^ars farther off For several 

 minutes, I am told, the poor beast stood 

 so, his legs gradually beginning to shake, 

 till he fell down with a crash. Through- 

 out this time a young woman remained 

 quietly sitting on her horse, and looking 

 on, within five yards of the animal. 



"Did you ever see anything so sicken- 

 inor as that crirl's conduct ? " said one 

 sportsman to another in my hearing. 



