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our getting the stag we had determined on, but his enjoyment 

 was somewhat damped by my not having sent both barrels 

 into the middle of the hinds. " Aiblins your honour would have 

 tuk down twa or three at each shot, and the brutes will all be 

 off our march in an hour's time. Lord, Sir, if I had only been 

 where your honour was, with the dooble-barrel loaded with swan- 

 post, I'd hae rattled it about their lugs ; I fairly suspect I'd 

 have put down half-a-dizen." I consoled Donald with a dram, 

 and we set to work to prepare our stag for taking home, which, 

 with the help of a shepherd's pony, we succeeded in doing 

 before night. ^ 



Donald, though, professedly, he cared for neither wind nor 

 weather, was in bed all the next day, from what he called rheu- 

 matiz, but what I called whisky toddy, taken to counteract any 

 bad effects of his cold bivouac ; for my own part, 1 did not feel 

 at all the worse for our cool couch, and was quite ready to renew 

 the campaign. 



