THE GUN AT HOME AND ABROAD 
felt convinced that the stag in view was not the owner of the voice I had 
heard. After waiting about a quarter of an hour I was well rewarded, 
for the big one, not liking the attentions of his smaller rival to the 
hinds, suddenly emerged from the trees beyond and chased him from 
the field; he then marched proudly to a small rise in the ground and, 
standing nearly full face to our position, emitted a final roar; as the 
echoes died away the bullet caught him at the point of the shoulder and 
he was mine. 
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