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chips.' What fun I was having, to be sure! when 

 down came another. This fellow was undoubtedly 

 engaged on some newspaper, and was going to press; 

 he went. The shooting for the day was over three 

 chamois and one stag; one chamois had five bullets 

 in him. The Count gave me the skin, and I will 

 always keep it in remembrance of my astounding luck. 

 To say I was proud is just what I mean. We went 

 home, my lameness all gone. 



" The next morning, bright and early, away we went 

 again. This time we did not have so far to climb, 

 and were soon in position. The first objects I saw 

 after taking my ?eat were seven deer; but before I 

 could think they were gone. I had just time to get 

 my gun in readiness when three chamois crossed in 

 front of me, going undoubtedly on pressing business. 

 They went. My banging at them did not even attract 

 their attention. Dear reader, if you are ever asked 

 the question, 'Can chamois run?' say 'yes,' for my 

 sake; but with all their speed, they are sometimes fool- 

 ish, and will stop every few jumps, and give the hun- 

 ter a good opportunity to shoot. All was quiet for a 

 few minutes, when bang ! went Dr. Cup's gun. A 

 fine young buck stopped far up the mountain-side. I 

 took deliberate aim, the bullet crashing through his 

 shoulder. Almost at the same instant I heard a noise 

 on my right; I looked, and within fifty yards was the 

 finest stag I ever saw. Bang ! bang ! went the gun 

 in quick successive shots, and the noble stag com- 

 menced rolling, end over end, down the mountain, the 

 chamois coming down the other. This I will say is 

 the best shot I ever made. With four shots I killed 

 two chamois and one stag, two bullets in the stag's 

 neck within two inches of each other. The shooting 



