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SNOB AND THE STAG. 
My dog Snob was very keen for going in at the stags 
and pinning them by the nose. A small horned stag came 
stepping out the mund, whilst I was waiting at the end of a 
shola about eighty yards below ; he caught sight of me and 
stood broadside on. The next instant he was thrown on his 
tracks with a ball high up in his shoulder. Snob had put 
him up and ran in at him immediately he fell. The deer 
struggled violently and got up with Snob hanging on his 
nose, but he soon fell again, to Snob's intense satisfaction. 
Poor old Snob ! he was one of the pluckiest dogs I ever 
possessed. He came to a sad end from the bite of a leopard, 
and was a great loss to me. 
I was out at Peer-mund on the 23rd of February, 1867, 
when Francis came to say a big stag was coming up the 
hill, so 1 hastened out of the shola and from *' the future 
Avalanche " I saw a fine stag ; he was a good way down but 
evidently making for the shola I had just left. The wind had 
lulled a good deal so there was not much fear of his getting 
our wind, but his caution was very great He would stop 
every few yards, look steadily ahead, and occasionally smell 
the ground. As he came 2ig;;agging up the hill, I admired 
through the glass his fine, thick» well beaded antlers, with 
thick and long, brow antlers. The only defect was that the 
upper tines were rather too small for the mass of antler, but 
it was a beautiful head. I tried to guess the length of horn 
and put it down as above thirty-five inches; on he came; 
there was only one pass under the perpendicular rock to the 
shola, so taking off our shoes we hastened down to the 
plateau of the lower rocks ; I told Francis that the moment 
the stag came to where we had been down below, he would 
smell our track and bolt, however, we could command the 
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