98 AMID THE HIGH HILLS 
the end of the day, when we came upon two stags, 
one of which I shot. As it was late in the day 
and I had only one pony, I did not shoot at the 
second stag. The following Friday, Saturday, 
and Monday were terrible days of mist and storm. 
The mist never left the tops of the mountains all 
day long, although there was a strong wind 
blowing — it appeared to come up from the sea in 
great banks ; and although we waited on each day 
for it to clear off, we did so in vain. On Friday 
and Saturday I never had a shot. 
On Monday, until late in the day, it looked as 
though I was to have the same experience. About 
four o'clock, however, having been lying on a 
ridge overlooking a wide, deep corrie, the mist 
suddenly lifted for a very few minutes and we spied 
some deer moving downwards on the far side of 
the corrie, and amongst them what appeared to 
be two or three good stags. There were also a 
number of hinds rather nearer to us than this lot 
of deer. We decided that the only way in which 
we should be likely to get a shot at the stags 
would be to go right round the upper edge of the 
corrie and try to get in between the hinds and 
the other lot of deer amongst which were the stags. 
This entailed a most uncomfortable walk ; the 
