DEATH OF MV FIRST STAG 



CHAPTER XXI 



Death of my first Stag 



Where is the man who does not remember and look back with 

 feelings of energy and delight to the day, the hour, and the wild 

 scene, when he killed unaided his first stag ? Of course, I refer 

 only to those who have the same love of wild sport, and the 

 same enjoyment in the romantic solitude and scenery of the 

 mountain and glen that I have myself : shooting tame partridges 

 and hares from the back of a well-trained shooting-pony in a 



