Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 64, No. 393, July 1848Various
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 64, No. 393, July 1848
Various
England -- Periodicals; Scotland -- Periodicals
all the ground between the hills, and every little knoll and
eminence had its restless picquets, and plumps of discomfited
stags, which had been beaten by the great hart, and were chafing
about, driving off and broding the buttocks of all the inferior
stags which came in their way, then returning and staring
with jealous disgust at the mighty stranger, who gave them no
notice, except when one or two more audacious, or less severely
beaten, made a few steps before his companions; upon which he
immediately charged, drove them before him, and scattered the
nearest in every direction. Upon these occasions, some hind of
greater levity than the rest took the opportunity of extending
her pasture, or paying her compliments to her companions, for
which she immediately received a good prod in the haunch, and
was turned back again into the centre.
"'There is no doing any thing there,' said I.
"''Deed no', replied MacLellan, shutting up his glass, 'we be to
go down to the foot of the burn.'
"This was a stream which runs through the middle of the narrow
plain, and empties itself into the Fidich, about four miles
below, at the east end of the forest. Before resolving upon
this, however, we made an attempt to cross the little glen
to the north-west; but, after passing round one hill, and
nearly to the top of another, we fell in with a small herd
of insignificant stags, but none among them being worth the
disturbance of the great herd; and being unable to pass them
unobserved, we were obliged to adopt the last alternative, and
descend to the Fidich. In about an hour and a half we performed
this retrogration, and, having crossed at the forester's house,
ascended the burn till we again approached the deer, and
stealing from knoll to knoll, again came in sight of the herd.
The outskirts of its wide circle had been much broken and
deranged by the jousts and expulsions during our absence; and we
saw that it was impossible to get near the better stags without
taking the channel of the stream. We immediately descended
into the water, and crept up the middle, sometimes compelled
to crouch so low, that the pools reached our hips, and, as the
stones were round and slippery, it was very uneasy to proceed
without floundering and splashing. At length, however, we were
within the circle of the deer: there was not a breath of wind,
and the least sound was audible in the profound stillness.
We slipped through the water like eels, till we came to a
little rock, which, crossing the burn, made a shelving fall,
which there was no means of passing, but by drawing ourselves
up the shoot of the stream. With some difficulty I pushed my
rifle before me along the edge of the bank, and then, while
the water ran down our breasts, we glided up through the gush
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