Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1866-11-14
A Hunter Shot By a Deer.

devoted As the EnSliSh race Is 10 netu
morris, aud general as the pursuit of them
has grown the shooting season can never
mass without accidents. Most OF these,
however distressing. are ordinary enough IN
character But in Scotland calamity has
pefaIlen hrst-rate and wel-tried forester
which is really one of the most extriordina
n. ever told in the annals Of the ride There
are curious stories by dozens in the records
of flood and field Every book of hunt
ing and shooting contains some wonderful
tale. and every old shot eau spin yarn after
warm of wild adventures that betell Some
that are not believed are none the less true
for travellers and hunters do strange things
~ we'll AS ''see" them, and are often shy OF
relating all they know, because truth Is 50
otten less probable than fiction. W no
would credit. for example, that wild Aus
Italian bull. in full charge, had been felled
~ the ground and slain by a pebble thrown
from the hand Yet that is on record.
And in the lorg lists OF the accidents that
have befallen the disciples OF st HUI
bert we find the oddest oi tales Lit Is mar
ris. we believe, who narrates IN his High-
ian3s of Ethiopia" that a dying antelope
PUSHED into the pursuer the hunting-knlfe
which was drawn to stay 1t, wcll-nigh grail
loching" the man instead OF suffering that
scter. bu, more extraordinary still, Is the
unfortunate accident which occurred ia Mar
Forest. Il il not very uncommon Tor deer
to kill their hunters The brow antlers Il Il
Stag OF ten" are like bayonets and the old
song says, IF thou be hurt with horn o!
hart il brings thee To thy grave. But who
ever heard of stag shooting the man who
shot it? Nobody would dare invent such
an incident in volume of sport. Jet the
thing has really happened this year IN the
Grampians, and right good forester was
buried among the mountains last WedneS-
day. who was shot through the heart by a
bullet fired by stag ,f which he had made
sure. and which was itself at the point OF
death
The unlucky sportsman was named Geo
Urouhart. and was hrst-rate and success
ful deerstalker, one of the best of Mr. Pow
ellis foresters at Braemar When out with
his master and some others on the face OF
Cairptoul fine stag was stalked and sur
rounded by the party. Urquhart was sent
to keep the animal from escaping by the
head of the glen, and, firing at 1t, he wound
ed it again Another forester then Joineo
him. and the two followed the stag out q
the main pass into very deep. glen, with
broken ground and rreclpitous sides, and :
foaming burn below. The deer was so bad
" hurt that the men came up with him
and TTrouhart tried to drive him down witt
the butt-end of the rife before dealing th'
the finishing blow. In despair and PAIN
the stag lashed out, and, striking the ham
mers of the piece, knocked one OFT anC
brought the other down on the cap, so tina
the charge exploded, and drove the buiIe
straipbt through the forester body. ii
stood for moment and then said, quietly
II am shot, and fell into the arms OF hi
COMPANION Grant, who laid him down an
tried TO stop the bleeding Seeing the poo
fellow was so much hurt, Grant fastened u
the glen, and found his master with the 9th
ers wondering what had become OF the tw
men. On hearing the melancholy news
Mr.. Powell and the others immediatel
went down to Uruuhart, while his conrad
ran over the hills to Smelling, seven
eight miles off, for further assistance, an
thence sent to Braemar, sixteen miles tur
ther, for doctots. But the forester was
fatally hit as the stag, which had droppse
dead little way below; and although h
could tell how the accident happened whe
bis master first came up, by and bye he gre
weaker and weaker, and died as the twiligt
began to fall. At about 7 clock the me
came back, and, placing the BODY on !, NJ
pony, they carried it out OF the pass bl
BY this time the darkness was so dense ths
in the wilderness and desolation the mour'
full party utterly lost their way. AT mt
night they we're obliged to lay the corpse
the heather, and sit down to wait tor NOR
ing, but just on stopping they saw the + d !
in the shieling to which Urquhart had nj
gone, and then the lanthorns of the n, M
sent out to look for them. So at last tn
got shelter. The doctors had also com
but the deer stalker was long past, the
help-dead and cold like his slayer, the a
TERED king of the hills which lay in the wi
mountain burn. The stag had positive
shot the forester with his own rite, IN
dying agony. avepgins the death g. OF many many