DANGER OF WOUNDED STAGS 163 
and then, turning to have a look at our trophy, 
lo ! there was the stag up and Mr. B. holding 
on firmly to both horns, his arms well out and 
rigged and kept well back close to his shoulders, 
the stag giving nasty digs and always trying to 
get into him. I saw at once that things were not 
looking well, so I loaded the rifle so as to disable 
the stag by shooting him through the haunches. 
When I stepped near for fear of accident they 
began of a sudden a merry go round and round, 
so fast that I dare not shoot. They went round 
and round six or seven times. I saw something 
would have to be done quickly, so, putting the 
rifle away, I stepped close and plunged in on the 
opposite side, taking hold of his horns, so with the 
weight of 30 st. between us we pulled the noble 
brute down, when Mr. B. managed to put the 
knife into his tlu-oat. 
" Now this stag was losing a lot of blood all 
the time, and must have been losing his strength, 
which I consider saved us, and in my opinion the 
stag was keener to get into the man than to get 
away, for I noticed he always circled towards him. 
Mr. B., as a rule, always bled his own stags, and 
this time, after taking hold of the horn to bleed 
him, the stag got up suddenly, and Mr. B. stuck 
