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us; but after a good deal of indecision they 

 suddenly turned and began to make for Farley 

 Wood, occasionally stopping to feed and never 

 going very fast. There was nothing for it but to 

 try and cut them off, so Stone and I went off at 

 our best pace over a very rough bit of country, 

 but luckily all downhill: it must have been a good 

 mile, and I should think we made good time; 

 anyway, we did not break any bones, nor twist 

 our ankles, nor even take a toss, and finally 

 scrambled down the burn just in time to get a 

 hurried shot at our friend on a small plateau on 

 the opposite side of the path to the spying rock 

 for the West Hill and close to it. I was so blown, 

 and it was such a hurried affair, that I really do 

 not know how I managed to get into position and 

 find a rest ; however, we managed it somehow and 

 I got him rather far back, but he was down all 

 right and could only partly rise, so I had evidently 

 injured his spine, and when we got up to him he 

 required another shot, and he fell actually on the 

 path within 100 yards of the spying rock and, of 

 course, within quarter of a mile of the deer fence 

 behind Andrew Forbes's house very handy for 

 getting home. 



Well, it was a great stalk and a great run in 

 at the finish, and could only be done by knowing 

 every inch of the ground; and it was a great feather 

 in John's cap. We killed him at quarter to 4, and 

 we had been after him since 10.30, so it was my 



