"A GRAN' SHOT!" 65 



But when the gray fellow stopped at the imperative summons of 

 my rifle, stopped in mid career to tumble down the hill, the stolid 

 phlegm of the sturdy Scotchman was torn from him as a tattered 

 garment As the beast fell, with the sure evidence of a mortal wound, 

 and upon the heels of the shot, Donald, in vibrant tones, cried, "Ah, 

 a gran' shot, a gran' shot ' and here he stopped to gasp, "Oh, sir, 

 I never thocht ye'd shoot at 'un runnin', ah ah ah I thocht ye'd wait 

 for 'un to stop ! Ah, it was a gran' shot, a gran' shot !" 



His face was suffused, his eyes protruded from his head, he quivered 

 in every muscle as he lay, the picture of the most intense delight and 

 satisfaction. He had not stopped smiling when I left him to send up 

 the ponies. I am sure he got quite as much satisfaction out of my 

 lucky shot as came to me. 



The first stag was a five-pointer weighing 13 stone 6. The second, 

 the gray fellow, a seven-pointer of 16 stone 10, or 234 pounds. Both 

 were in prime condition. 



