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loud and long. He struggles gamely up the 

 Badgworthv Water for a few minutes, and then 

 turns savagelv to hav, but Mr. Hamilton quickly 

 seizes him bv tlie off antler and all is soon over. 



Time, just sixtv minutes from the top of 

 Whiteheld Down. The seventeenth stag of the 

 season. The scene of the take was exactly that 

 of the famous picture which adorns the dining 

 room of Bagborough House, and was about a 

 hundred vards above the spot where His Majesty 

 the King, when Prince of Wales, despatched 

 his hrst Exmoor stag. The deer carried browns 

 and travs, with very short offers for bays, and 

 two long tines upon either top, and was a line 

 heavy stag. Hounds were so blown when the 

 stag stood up that the bay was little more than 

 a series of yelps, a sure testimony to the pace 

 of the run, and had it not been for the cool 

 easterlv breeze blowing against horses, there 

 would have been many a tale of woe before 

 the finish. As it was, there were fully three- 

 quarters of the held beside the water before 

 the deer was dead. 



On Saturday, September igth, 1896, the 

 Bravford coverts afforded a galloping deer and 

 a run of the good old-fashioned sort, which, 

 though somewhat slow, perhaps showed the 

 staghounds at their best, and obtained from one 

 and all the verdict of "a real good day." Not 

 for some vears have we seen a deer run over 



