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stag, constantly looking round at him, evidently 
loth to leave his lord and master. I said, "I'd 
better fire again," and put up the 250 yards sight, 
as I estimated that the stag was now nearly 300 
yards from us, and fired. " Over him, sir," 
whispered Macdougall. " We must get a bit 
nearer," I said. "I'm afraid if we move he'll 
see us and begin to run," Macdougall replied. 
" Well," I said, " we'd better try and get round 
him." So we crawled right round behind the 
stag, who kept on moving slowly and then 
stopping, and got to within about 220 yards of 
him. " Tak' your time, sir," said Macdougall. 
The stag gave me a good chance, broadside on ; 
and I fired, believing that I Avas quite steady. 
"Missed him, sir," said Macdougall; "I saw 
something fly up behind him." "I'm not so 
sure," said I, and as I spoke, the stag, who when 
I fired had bounded forward three or four paces, 
staggered and then fell and rolled over and over 
down the hill, shot through the heart, as we 
subsequently found. Macdougall seized my hand 
and shook it vigorously, saying, " I hope, sir, 
he's a Royal. I believe he is." As we were 
getting up to the stag I said, " I see three on one 
top, but not on the other." " Ach, yes," said 
