JVlr, Egerton Warburton 



stalking can produce a colourable imitation of both these 

 experiences. Of course nothing really matters, as one is 

 certain to get home sooner or later to a comfortable shooting- 

 lodge and all that it means. But while the exposure is 

 actually proceeding it can be very real. By exposure we 

 mean lying on a hill-top in a blizzard waiting for a stag to 

 get up, or for a hind to feed away out of sight. The shiver- 

 ing agony may be intensified by having sweated freely in 

 walking up the hill. After lying prone for a few moments, 

 not uncommonly in the snow, the once warm flannel shirt 

 becomes an icy-cold wet compress, the teeth chatter, the 

 hands and feet become numb. Not even the thought of the 

 hot bath and the smoking-room fire can sustain one, and we 

 begin to wonder why we ever left the perfect temperature of 

 the club-house in Pall Mall. Some such thoughts as these 

 are also present to the mind during a stiff climb, particularly 

 through long heather, the most trying of all things to walk 

 in. A stag has been spied on the opposite slope of a corrie, 

 whose Gaelic name translated into the English tongue is 

 * The Steep Corrie.' Ominous name ! You are already 

 high up and vainly hoping your stalker will let you walk round 

 the top of the corrie and come in on him from above. It 

 looks so easy, and above all so short. You would back 

 yourself to do it in twenty minutes. It seems a shame to 

 throw away the ascent you have already gained. You 

 summon up courage to suggest your plan to the stalker, 

 feeling all the time that it will be turned down. And so it 

 is. You are told you must go right down to the foot of the 



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