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friend got cold too, I suppose, and rose, and bang 

 went the rifle, and he fell dead. He weighed 

 14 stone 3 pounds and had a fine wide spread of 

 29 inches, and was soon on one of the ponies and 

 despatched back with Willie Mackintosh; and 

 we lunched at 1.30 in as sheltered a nook as we 

 could find. After lunch Fraser came and said he 

 and Donald Ross (the stalker who lives in Glen- 

 gowrie) had spied a very fine stag about three miles 

 away down on the flats of Glengowrie, but it was 

 too far for the lady to go. Needless to say, the 

 lady expostulated, and I backed her up, so Fraser 

 gave way, and at 2.15 off he, Ross, Susan, and I 

 started for Glengowrie, leaving Sandy and the 

 other pony on the heights to keep a lookout. After 

 a long and rapid descent we got down to the flats 

 of Glengowrie, and found a great number of goodish 

 stags about, but could not find the fine fellow 

 we were after. This was at 3.30, and till 4.30 

 we lay and shivered whilst Fraser and Ross kept 

 havering and hesitating whether to risk inter- 

 vening stags and creep on for our prize. At 

 4.30 Fraser could stand it no longer, and said 

 there was quite a good beast roaring about a 

 quarter of a mile in front of us, and we would 

 chance it and go for him. So we crawled for 

 about 200 yards and got to a small knoll, and 

 peeped over, and there was our roaring friend; 

 so I fired, and Fraser smiled, and I knew all was 

 well, though he galloped off, and 70 or 80 yards 



