2o6 SPORT. 



" Alas, unconscious of his doom, 

 The youthful victim climbs ! ' 



A friend of mine who ripened into a grand 

 deer-stalker and sportsman, in his very earhest 

 years went, full of ardour, to the castle of a Scotch 

 grandee, the lord of many glens and corries, to 

 visit whom and to be free of whose forest had 

 been the dream of his life. There, after a night 

 sleepless from excitement and full of the visions 

 of the stag-glories of the morrow, he chanced, as 

 he passed through some room or passage on his 

 way to breakfast on the eventful morning, to over- 

 hear his host's voice in the next room, and though 

 not according to his wont some fascination induced 

 him to stop and listen, and this is the appalling 

 dialoo^ue which he heard. 



The Diikc. — " Donald ! young Lord — (himself) 

 will go on the hill to-day." 



Donald. — " Yes, your Grace." 



The D^ike. — "Where will you take him?" 



