100 AMID THE HIGH HILLS 
arranged that Stuart and I were to meet the car, 
if possible, at six o'clock, and in any case not later 
than seven. I told the stalker that he must get 
the deer up somehow or other, and that he had 
better whistle them up ; he strongly advised me 
not to do this, but to wait a little longer, as, if we 
did so, they would probably bolt and not give me 
a chance to shoot. I, however, persisted, and said 
we could not keep Mr. Stuart waiting any longer ; 
besides, I was getting colder and colder. I there- 
fore whistled ; the deer took no notice. " A little 
louder," said the stalker. I whistled louder. Two 
of the smaller stags got up, and then the eight- 
pointer on the far side of the hill slowly got up, 
looking in our direction, and exposing his body 
over the edge of the hill, a fair broadside shot, 
at about 140 yards. I fired. " Just over his 
shoulder," said the stalker, and the stag still stood, 
as stags often will do when the bullet passes 
over them. I fired again and the stag instantly 
fell. " Good shot," said the stalker. I unloaded 
the rifle and handed it to the stalker, who began 
to put it into its cover, when suddenly the stag 
jumped up and galloped off. The bullet had no 
doubt grazed the spine, causing temporary uncon- 
sciousness. When a stag drops instantaneously, 
