The Green Forest tribune., 1909-11-26

oouetniud 1e Kept lOOklng 1ntently at the hdd on our left, and I could read his thoughts as he mentally planned q fresh stalk at the main herd. Bul even to look in that direc- ton signiied an admission of weak ness on ny part, so I kept the glass glued on he object of my desires till my eyes sched at watching his slow, measured steps. Again and again he stopped aid looked back at his late companions, and then my heart sank as each tine he dropped his massive horns and followed in the wake of the ladies, whp had now commenced to snatch a f'w mouthfuls of food But what is this? He has. started and is galloping full speed. Has something frightened lim or has some fresh bull appeared tf excite his jealousy, for he is masterbull without doubt and the rut is neal He rushes beyond the leading doe and then down goes his head. TheIshow of power drives the frightened does together and then back on tie trail. They hesitate a moment ant then start off at full gal lop towardsus. What joy. Our luck has turned. Albert's face is a study. He is incrdulous and then excited. They comenow," he says to himself.
 It was a reompense for the hard ships of the journey to see that little troop advaning. I knew they would follow the he of the others and thus pass within easy shot. Moreover. I felt that l hld been right to wait, and that pleases any mans vanity. On and on they came till the stag began to grow in sze-500 yards, 400 yards, 300 yards. Tow they stop and smell about the oli tracks, for caribou like to follow tho exact trail of others of their kind. Then an old hind puts out her neck cocks her ears and trots slowly down the hill towards our hiding place. Albert worms himself into desirble support behind my right shoulde, and all is in readiness for his majesy. The nearer he comes the bigger hi horns look and, al- though not log, they contain a forest of points sud as I had never seen before. A meciful Providence causes the bull to stp just where the others had stood, bu he is covered by two binds and I lust wait till they have moved. He pkes one gently out of the way and hen himself moves for ward step ol two to smell the earth. It is enough; he sight is on his shoul- der and l letgo He swings round once, shaking lis head, and then rolls over with all our legs in the air. I give whoopof triumph, for those great antlers Ire mine, and I rush down the hill pr the possible chance of long shotat one of the stags on the opposite hl They are 500 yards away at leas and all damned to- gether in a sdd pack as result of the shot. A title forest of antlers stands out aboe a darkness of bodies It is hopeless fire, as the stags are all at the bacl and I must wait till they string ou and run. Now they are off. tearing lver the hills in mad race. One stasshows to the right on the skyline and salute him with two shots. But it iihopeless, as cannot see the strikin point of the bullets. A loud call on ie part of Albert now directs my attetion to the stag had shot, and l seehim struggling to re- gain his feet, sal at once place a bull let through the nngs, which produces immediate coll9se. The first shot, it seems, had pne little to high | and too far forWrd, between the neck and shoulder.
 I have killedmany fine stags in other lands, but shall always remem- l Der that day d the glorious Tuya | mountains wheDa little self-restraint | met with resu equal to ones high est hopes.
 J. G. MILLAIS.