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A VOYAGE TO SFITZBEBGEN. 
wave a handkerchief to attract his attention, and we 
see by onr glasses that he also has discovered the deer. 
We act in concert, onr object being to get closer to the 
herd and keep them well between us. The stag dis¬ 
appears from view, and is soon again under cover of a 
rock ; we make for a ravine and run along its rugged 
side to get within range : we fire, and miss. Not so 
our experienced comrade ; he knocks over the beast 
he shot at. Our friend carries a little Henry-Eichard s 
rifle; we are armed with a short Enfield, whose tra¬ 
jectory is too great for this kind of sport, and we 
resolve to use an express rifle for the future; it is cer¬ 
tainly heavier to carry, but for a range of 180 yards 
as perfect a tool as a man can well find. We have 
been walking for six hours ; it is 3 o'clock a.m. We 
do not conceal the fact that we have enough of it, with 
seven miles to pull home to the schooner to conclude 
we insist we have had pleasure enough for one clay,, 
and the point is conceded without further parley. 
Starting again, after a few hours' rest, in pursuit of deer,, 
we have varying success ; then we return to the boat to 
find our man gone in pursuit of deer himself; we wait 
patiently for his return; piling up a log of drift-wood 
upon the fire we go to sleep upon the beach, and on 
his arrival we propose a fresh excursion, but we find 
Eddy worn out with fatigue, at 8 a.m., so we return 
