Sierra Moréna 169 
Later, during a clearer interval, I descried a stag picking a 
slow and deliberate course down the opposite escarpment. In 
the abyss below he was long lost to sight but presently re- 
appeared, coming fairly straight in. Seldom have I felt greater 
confidence in the alignment than when I then fired. Yet the 
result was a clean miss. While pressing trigger, another shot 
rang out half-a-mile beyond and the stag swerved sharply ; still I 
had another barrel, and the second bullet ‘‘ told” loudly enough 
as the hart bounced, full-broadside, over the pass. Then he 
swerved to take the rising ground beyond and, crossing the 
skyline, displayed the grandest pair of antlers I have seen alive— 
