206 AMID THE HIGH HILLS 
I myself had a personal experience which is 
perhaps worth recording in this connection. I 
was stalking late in the season — indeed it was the 
last day that I was out — and we had been unable 
to get a shot until late in the evening, when I 
kiUed a good stag. We had some miles to go 
before we reached the end of the road in the forest 
where the motor-car from the lodge was to meet 
us, and the light was beginning to fail. We were 
high up on the side of a corrie, and were preparing 
to start on our homeward journey, when Sandy, 
the stalker, suddenly turned to me and said, pull- 
ing out his glass, " I see some deer down there 
on the flat." 
In a moment he had his glass on them, and 
said ; " Would you be liking another stag ? 
There's a fine stag with hinds, and we shall not 
be long getting down to them. It's been poor 
sport to-day." 
I hesitated for a moment, and then, I am 
afraid, considering how late it was, weakly yielded 
to the temptation. I said : " All right ! We 
shall have to be quick, otherwise we shall not be 
able to see what we are doing." We soon decided 
our method of approach, and lost no time in 
getting down the hill. The deer were feeding 
