Horns 



and Master. And those two small, delicate, pretty 

 young maidens hard by, into whose shapely long 

 ears the handsome buck has often breathed sweet 

 nothings on soft warm moonlight nights, when 

 the dew lay like pearls on leaf and stem, and the 

 soft breeze sighed and whispered through the 

 perfumed grass. What think they ? Osten- 



iV-^d? 



v^'H! 



!■-// 





A black buck and doe at'play. 



tatiously they have turned their backs on the 

 performance, and are apparently grazing in dual 

 happiness and peace. But if ever jealousy, 

 green-eyed jealousy, was writ in large characters 

 on a face and in an attitude, it was depicted as 

 large as life in the eyes and figures of those young 

 does. 



' The giddy old ruffian,' I thought. ' What a 

 time he'll have of it when next the old matron 

 gets near him ! ' And the two jealous maidens ! 



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