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and then back again equally fast. It was very 

 disappointing, as we got beautifully in position 

 for the hinds he had tried so hard to stop, and our 

 feelings I had better not attempt to describe 

 when we discovered that my lord was not there, but 

 had turned it up, and was half-way back to the 

 faithful fairies of his flock. We were pretty late 

 when we got back to the car, and found Merton 

 already back from Glengowrie, comforting him- 

 self with a big cigar for the miss that is such 

 misery. 



However, on the following Tuesday, the 8th of 

 October, he wiped all that out all right, and we 

 had the day of the season. He was with Eraser 

 on the home beat and got two nice stags one 

 at the foot of Hare Hill, a 7-pointer weighing 

 14 stone, and the other just outside the wood, a 

 9-pointer with quite a good head, weighing 14 stone 

 3 pounds, so he was blissfully happy when we 

 met at 7 o'clock. Susan and I had gone to 

 Glengowrie with Sandy, and commenced our 

 adventures on the way up to meet Ross at the high 

 spying rock by trying to stalk a single goodish 

 beast near the Farley March; but we made a mess 

 of it, and Ross joined us and took us east. And 

 first we lay and waited for a couple of hours for a 

 good stag with a poor head which was lying down 

 with some hinds about 250 yards from us, but 

 absolutely impossible to get nearer. We lunched 

 to pass the time, and eventually something hap- 



