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However, I noticed that when they disappeared into 

 a little hollow about 400 yards away the stag was 

 dropping a bit behind, and when they emerged 

 and went over the ridge out of sight the stag did 

 not follow for some time, and so I began to think 

 John was right. We dashed after them, and 

 sure enough on getting to the ridge there was our 

 friend lying down about 30 or 40 yards away in a 

 very queer state, but not done for, as the sequel 

 shows. I fired again from the shoulder, and up he 

 jumped and disappeared into the blizzard over the 

 North Hill; after him once more we dashed again, 

 and after a short sharp burst up hill we descried 

 him very far through on the far side of the North 

 Hill, and I was able to creep in and do the necessary. 

 Guided by the shots, Susan soon appeared through 

 the blizzard, and we were all highly delighted, as 

 he had quite a good head a 9-pointer with 29-inch 

 spread and stout, rough, black horns; he only 

 weighed 13 stone 4 pounds, but it was a comfort 

 to get a decent head at long last, and our toil 

 had been long, ditto, ditto, our sprint, and thank 

 goodness they were both of them over, and we 

 were able to shelter from the blizzard and struggle 

 with our lunch. as well as our frozen fingers would 

 permit. I have had the head set up as a roarer, and 

 unfortunately it is one of Macpher son's failures 

 the horns are far too upright and not nearly laid 

 back enough, and the head is not stretched out 

 enough. As far as I have been able to make out 



