STALKING IN ITS MOST ENJOYABLE FORM 11 
him and me — he just out of shot on a hillock 
behind them — approach from the front impossible, 
but just a chance — almost a certainty with a fair 
breeze — from a rock to one side, if he should 
come down to his ladies before they got a puff. 
I risked it and got a comfy corner in the sun and 
waited to see which would win — the affectionate 
impulses of the stag or the more wavering evolu- 
tions of the scarcely perceptible puffs of wind, 
the old lady sixty yards away looking serenely at 
the top of my head. Needless to say that after 
two hours, just when the stag stretched one fore 
foot and began to hum a love ditty, I felt a well- 
known cool feeling at the back of my neck, and 
the party adjourned the meeting. Luckily I am 
not bloodthirsty, but enjoy being among deer, 
and on these occasions driving snow and rain, or 
sunshine and a dry tussock to curl up on, make 
all the difference." 
