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the pony arrived in half an hour, and we were a 

 very merry quartette all the five miles back to the 

 car, which we reached by 6 o'clock. 



The 29th of September was the date of the next 

 rejoicing. Da vie and I had seen a very good stag 

 with a large number of hinds two days before on 

 the east beat near Loch Nan Gun, which we in 

 vain tried to get within shot of; but not very 

 seriously, as Davie was of opinion they would 

 make for the wood if we did not disturb them. 

 So two days later we determined to drive the wood. 

 At the second drive Susan and I were stationed 

 in our customary ambush for the eastern beat 

 under the larch-tree ; the drive was nearly over, and 

 I was beginning to think it was drawn blank, when 

 about 150 yards to our right a herd of hinds came 

 streaming down the hill which was, of course, 

 thickly wooded then a small staggie or two, and 

 finally my lord majestically bringing up the rear. 

 They paused and hesitated at the bottom, not 

 able to make up their minds whether to cross 

 the flat in front of our ambush or to break to the 

 left out into the open; and as I feared they might 

 do the latter, I determined to chance it if the big 

 fellow would stand clear of his retinue and offer 

 anything of a shot, which he eventually did, though 

 not a very easy one, and to my great joy he 

 fell mortally wounded with a bullet above his 

 shoulder; and when I got up to him the coup de 

 grace was necessary with another one in the neck. 



