. The young sportsman's manual : or, recreations in shooting ; with some account of the game found in the British Islands, and practical directions for the management of dog and gun . ith his antlers higher than everwaved chieftain s plume, falls do^^ai stone dead wherehe stood; for the blue pill has gone through hisvitals, and lightning itself could hardly have witheredhim into more instantaneous cessation of life ! Heis an enormous animal! What antlers ! Roll him overonce on his side—See ! up to oiu breast reaches thetopmost branch! He is a stag of ten; his eyehas lost the flash of freedom—t
. The young sportsman's manual : or, recreations in shooting ; with some account of the game found in the British Islands, and practical directions for the management of dog and gun . ith his antlers higher than everwaved chieftain s plume, falls do^^ai stone dead wherehe stood; for the blue pill has gone through hisvitals, and lightning itself could hardly have witheredhim into more instantaneous cessation of life ! Heis an enormous animal! What antlers ! Roll him overonce on his side—See ! up to oiu breast reaches thetopmost branch! He is a stag of ten; his eyehas lost the flash of freedom—the tongue that browsedthe bnishwood is bitten through by the clenchedteeth—the fleetness of his feet has felt that fatalfrost—the wild heart is hushed and tame !—and therethe monarch of the mountains—the king of the cliffs—the grand lama of the glens—the sultan of the soli-tudes—the dey of the deserts — the royal ranger ofthe woods and forests—yea, the very prince of theair, and thane of thunder, shorn of all his beams,lies motionless as a dead jackass by the way-side!—he, who at dawn had boiTowed the wings of the ^vindto carry him across the cataracts!. CHAPTER IT. GROUSE SHOOTIIVG. Come where the heather bell, CMld of the highland dell,Breathes its coy fragrance oer moorland and lea ; Gaily the fountain sheen Leaps from the mountain green:Come to our highland home, bhthesome and free I See, through the gloaming. The young morn is a bridal veil round her the silver mist curled : Deep as the rubys rays, Bright as the sapphires blaze,The banner of day in the east is unfurled. The red grouse is scattering Dews from his golden wing,Gemmed with the radiance that heralds the day : Peace in our highland vales. Health in our mountain gales;Who would not hie to the moorlands away ? Far from the haunts of man, Mark the grey ptarmigan,Seek the lone moorcock, the pride of our dells; Birds of the wilderness. Here is their resting-place,Mid the browii hea
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