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to select the one I considered the handsomest of all. Whether in regard 

 to its perfect symmetry, its rich and exquisitely contrasted colouring, or its 

 graceful movements, it is, in my estimation, surpassed by no other kind 

 with which I am familiar. It is a lovely sight to see the beautifully 

 modelled head of a male, surmounted by its gracefully curved lyrate horns, 

 appear in a gap — as one occasionally may when creeping about those 



gamey coverts, — its body being screened by vegetation, the deep chocolate- 

 brown of its face relieved by spots of white, and finished by a shaking fringe 

 of beard below the neck, and the whole framed in woodland greenery. 

 Or when surprised on the outskirts of his dense fastnesses, where the more 

 scattered bushes allow of glimpses of his flying form, how inefFaceably 

 enchanting is the effect of that instantaneous impression, as, like a flash of 

 colour, — the bright chestnut patches on his legs gleaming in contrast with 

 his dark, white-striped body with shaggy throat and thighs — he leaps over 



