. Chamois hunting in the mountains of Bavaria and in the Tyrol. thenoblest juices—the sap and very marrow of the so it is. From the stags head, shorn of his beam,the young shoot springs up, and like a sapling, buds andputs forth a branch, and then another and another. Up-wards still it rises; and the thick stem divides on highinto more taper branchings, forming as they cluster to-gether a rude mural crown. At the extremities all issoft and tender, porous, and with much blood. Over thewhole, to preserve it from injury until it has grown firmand hard,, is a thick velvet covering; and no
. Chamois hunting in the mountains of Bavaria and in the Tyrol. thenoblest juices—the sap and very marrow of the so it is. From the stags head, shorn of his beam,the young shoot springs up, and like a sapling, buds andputs forth a branch, and then another and another. Up-wards still it rises; and the thick stem divides on highinto more taper branchings, forming as they cluster to-gether a rude mural crown. At the extremities all issoft and tender, porous, and with much blood. Over thewhole, to preserve it from injury until it has grown firmand hard,, is a thick velvet covering; and not until allbeneath can bear exposure to the air does this fall first got rid of, the antlers are as white as ivory,but they soon acquire their usual darker hue. It is now summer, and the stag revels in roams through the woods and enjoys the glorioustime in quiet luxury. But, as was said before, this is of THE STAG IN THE RUTTING SEASON. 41 short duration: the Feast of St. Egidius is at , andhis life of slothful ease is at an 42 CHAPTER V. A WALK TO F1SCHBACHAU. The young forester Meier was going to see his father,who lived at the foot of the Peissenberg; and as my roadover the Kiihzagel Alp passed his house, we set off to-gether. Well, Meier, I asked at parting, are you sure Ishall find the way ? You cant miss it. To the top of the mountain goesa road; a little way up is a bridge; do not cross it, butkeep straight on. Higher up you will come to a placewhere there are three roads—take the middle one, itleads downwards, and then you have the mountain streambeside you all the way. Well, adieu! and by the time I come back look outfor the chamois. Now it is a very easy matter for one who knows aroad by heart, to tell another of paths to the right andto the left, and that he is not to choose this, but is totake that; and as you listen you at last get inoculatedwith a notion of its easiness, and allow yourself to com-mit the folly of starting off a
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