There were always one or two does acting as sentinels, but never the stag. If you lay quite still, their curiosity would sometimes bring them a little closer, but the stag always kept in the back around. While I was at this estancia some heavy rains caused the Quaguay River to get in spate to such an extent that a low-lying wood of lofty trees near the house was almost covered, and on my return I had to cross the river at another point in a boat, with my horse swimming behind, and eventually reached Buenos Ayres, after six weeks of most enjoyable sport. I found this mixture was getting into my head, and as I had 17 in gold in my pocket, I put clown the last glass untasted, went out, got an open carriage, and drove down to the ship, where I turned in. All rights reserved.
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