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which I managed to knock over with a charge of 

 buck-shot,) and consequently I was in too excited a 

 state to rest much during the night, for visions of deer 

 came and vanished amidst broken slumbers, and I 

 awoke dreaming that, after a long and weary chase 

 over mountains and across ravines, I came upon a 

 monstrous stag, put up my rifle and pulled, but all in 

 vain — it would not go off, 



I had only just dropped into a refreshing sleep, 

 when I was awakened by Walter beating the "British 

 Grenadiers" with his hair-brush on a huge brass 

 basin, which was formed out of one of the gongs 

 taken from the Pagoda at Rangoon. I sprung from 

 my bed as if the deer were already before me, and 

 donning my toggery, which was of moleskin of most 

 approved colour and cut, buckled on my spurs and 

 examined my rifles, whilst my servant poured out 

 some hot coffee, flavoured with but just a "threaten- 

 ing of cognac," and in a few minutes we were joined 

 by the Killadar, his son, and three or four ''juwans," 

 (young men in attendance,) and, mounting our 

 horses, we wound round the scarped side of the hill- 

 fort, and entered a long narrow defile between two 

 hills, by a narrow path running along the banks of 

 a mountain stream then nearly dry. 



After a tedious ride of about two hours' duration, 

 by torchlight, the gray dawn broke over the mount- 

 tain tops, and a gentle breeze arose, just moving 

 with its refreshing breath the leaves of the loftier 

 trees ; now and then a hare or a covey of partridges 



