ROE SHOOTING. 3°! 



seems a sin to slay him, and now that the moment for which you 

 have toiled has come, you would almost wish it had not. But the 

 hunter instinct prevails, the deed has to be done — and then — that 

 fine pair of horns ! You push your rifle over the bank, give a low 

 whistle, and as the buck raises his head, aim at his neck just in 

 front of the shoulder and — press the trigger. He makes a wild 

 bound forward and rolls over, dead. Success is yours ; those 

 gracefully-shaped, spiked, and rugged horns will be a memento of 

 sylvan sport, and you won't forget the venison, for cotelettes de 

 chevreuil with "rowan" jelly is a dish by no means to be 

 despised. 



