252 WILD SPORTS OF THE HIGHLANDS. (cmap. xxx11. 
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 con- 
soled 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, I did not teel 
at all the worse for our cool couch, and was quite ready to renew 
the campaign. 
