DEER-STALKING. 



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ought to have been a deadly one and I ask 

 Donald's opinion. " Oh, he's dead," says he 

 rather contemptuously. " Did you see him down ? " 

 I ask, being rather surprised at the assured 



AN O1E STALKER WAITING FOR HIS DINNER WHILE DONALD PERFORMS THE LAST RITES ON 



CLUBFOOT. 



certainty of his assertion. " No, I never looked 

 at him again after I saw him start. I knew he 

 had it in the right place, and couldn't go fifty 

 yards. It's a long way up, sir, but maybe you'll 



