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reaching the stream, found the dog at fault. Soon, 

 however, I got the track of the deer in the bed of the 

 stream, still going down. We followed it for a good 

 mile in this direction, and then got utterly at fault, and 



1 was in the act of turning up the hills again in despair, 

 when up jumped the poor beast out of some low firs 

 growing on a patch of dry sand, and off went the dogs 

 in full cry. A sharp run of a quarter of a mile down 

 the stream brought me ahead of both deer and dogs, 

 who were struggling throiigh the long bamboo grass on 

 the edge of the stream. Another half-mile, and an open 

 spot presented itself on the face of the hill, and know- 

 ing that here they must show, I stood still against a huge 

 boulder. In five minutes the hind came struggling 

 along, and hesitating for a moment which way to turn, 

 my bullet passed through her heart, and she rolled down 

 the hill-side to my feet. Her shoulder was broken by 

 the first shot, high up. Cleaning her out, and giving 

 the dogs a taste of liver, I returned to the higher 

 grounds, and waited for a friend who was to join me 

 after breakfast. We beat the same valley and bagged 

 another hind, enjoying a charming day's sport alto- 

 gether. It was then too late to return to the stag I 

 had first heard in the morning. 



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