FIFTH DAY. 83 
We got into the cart and began by driving along several 
rides, and after about a quarter of an hour turned into the 
heart of the woods by a terribly rough forest-track, rankly 
overgrown with branches. Hverywhere the covers were of 
the same type, the various sections only differing in the 
age of the trees. 
Suddenly I observed a roebuck lying in a thick coppice, 
not more than thirty yards away. We at once pulled up; I 
loaded the rifle and aimed, but it missed fire the first, second, 
and even third time ; for I had got an attack of buck-fever, 
and had entirely forgotten that the rifle was still locked. In 
my excitement I took up the gun which was lying beside me 
and fired at the roe, which staggered off hard hit, and 
tumbled over dead at the second barrel. 
Never in the course of my rather extensive shooting 
experiences had it happened to me to stop ina trap in front of 
game usually so shy, to load a rifle, change the cartridges 
three times, and after some minutes kill a buck which was 
still lying down and looking at us quite unconcernedly. 
That was a state of things which really made one think of 
Paradise. 
After hauling the roe—a large brocket with remarkably 
long horns—into the heavily loaded cart we continued our 
drive, and presently saw a herd of Red Deer close to us, 
which made a most beautiful picture. The deer of this part 
of Hungary are all unusually large, much bigger and stronger 
than in the woods round Gédéllé, which is saying a good 
deal, while altogether the Hungarian Red Deer differ from 
those of the other civilized countries of Europe ; for the quiet 
and the extraordinary good feeding have produced quite a 
peculiar and characteristic race, the many essential, differences 
of which cannot fail to attract the attention of every careful 
observer. 
As soon as we got near the deer, I stopped the cart, and 
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