A FEUITLESS HUNT. lol 



to find the chamois at no great distance, we 

 pushed carelessly through the rattling scrub, 

 when, just as we reached the edge of a small 

 precipice, the sound of loosened boulders 

 bounding away into the valley below drew 

 our attention, and there, a hundred yards 

 below us, roused by our presence from their 

 noon-day siesta, was the whole herd goiTig as 

 hard as they could lay legs to the ground, 

 bounding over rocks and boulders as if they 

 were furnished with wino-s rather than leo;s. 



I suppose some of those who read this 

 have missed a runnmg deer before to-day, so 

 they at least won't be hard on me, as those 

 might who have only fired at marks. After 

 all my trouble, I missed right and left, star- 

 ring the rock with both barrels a few inches 

 over my game. 



I don't know what other men think about 

 it, but to my mind an ' Express ' rifle is by no 

 means the best weapon for running shots, and 



