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small trees, I succeeded in gaining a point within 

 a hundred and fifty yards of my quarry. Luck 

 was with me, for I was able to rise to my feet 

 behind a small pine without being observed. The 

 distance was nicely judged, and my first shot 

 caused one of the bucks to spring into the air, 

 make a few convulsive bounds towards the shelter 

 of the woods, and then stagger and come rolling 

 down the slope, almost to my feet. The other 

 two deer reached the cover of the woods, where 

 they stood watching their wounded companion. 

 I hurried up the slope and entered the wood 

 where they had vanished. Scarcely had I gone 

 ten paces, before I saw them bounding through 

 the trees, and taking a rapid aim, was fortunate 

 enough to bring one down. They were two nice 

 bucks, weighing 60 lb. and 65 lb. respectively. 



The eared pheasants {Crossoptilon manchuricum) 

 gave us a new kind of sport. It was on Christmas 

 Day that we first encountered them. We were 

 sauntering up a wooded ravine when we suddenly 

 caught sight of them running up the steep, wooded 

 slopes. As they were out of shot-gun range I 

 tried a revolver shot at one. At the first report 

 there was a great beating of wings and every 

 bird left the cover of the pines and commenced 

 to sail gracefully across and down the ravine. 

 Needless to say, several passed within easy range 

 of us and were bowled over. The frightened 

 birds would light at the bottom of the ravine and 



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