
 
        
         
		a  forest  scene  that  he  had  witnessed  a  short  time  before.  In  the  foreground  was  a  nice  
 lot  o f  those  thumping  stags  he  knew  so  well  how  to  depict.  They  were  all  comfortably  
 feeding,  and  the  stalkers  coming  down  the  hill-side  in  the  background  seemed  to  have  it  
 all  their  own  way,  but  for  one  old  hind  in  the  centre  o f  the  picture,  whose  suspicions  
 were  keenly  aroused,  and  who,  i f   she  gave  the  alarm,  would  carry  off with  her  in  a  trice  
 all  those  fat  harts.  Everything  seemed  right  in  the  picture,  but  Sir  Edwin, who  believed  
 much  in  local  expert  criticism,  called  for  Donald,  one  of  the  stalkers,  a  man  o f  strong  
 individuality  and  caustic  humour.  Donald  then  came  into  the  hall  and  began  to  stalk  
 that  picture.  His  experienced  eye  grasped  the  situation  at  once.  A t   the  first  glance  
 he saw  the point o f danger, and  then,  like  a  good  stalker, he  examined  every nook  and  cranny  
 in  the  landscape  where  another  outlying  beast  might  possibly  be  found  equally  threatening  
 to  spoil  the  sport.  He  took  such  a  time  over  this  that  Sir  Edwin  at  last  pulled  him  up,  
 asking  what  he  thought  o f   the  picture,  upon  which  Donald  marched  up  in  front  o f  the  
 central  point  o f  interest  and,  shaking  his  
 fist  fiercely  in  the  face  o f   the  old  lady  on  
 guard,  hissed,  “ Yon  auld  deilf^l  a  hind,  
 she’s  jist  putten’  her  noo-as  into  the  air  
 to  see what  she  can  hear ”=— as pretty a hash  
 o f idioms  as  one  could well  desire. 
 The  cunning  o f a  stag  is  considerable,  
 particularly  when  he  has  reached  his  
 prime.  By  that  time  he  has  learned  to  
 gauge  degrees  o f danger,  and  knows  something  
 o f  the  habits  o f  man— his  protector  
 and  his  slayer.  Look,  for  instance,  at  the  
 way  in which  he  turns  to  his  own - advantag 
 e  the eyes and ears o f some younger male  
 o f his  own race.  Like other creatures one could mention, he  knows the luxury o f a “  fag,”  and  
 takes  care  to  furnish  himself w ith  one  as  soon  as  may  be.  No  one  who  has watched  one  of  
 these cunning old  fellows  enjoying  the maximum  o f food  and  rest  with  a minimum o f  danger  
 can  fail  to be struck with  the reasoning power o f an  animal who can  thus appropriate  the senses  
 o f another  and make  him  feel  the  truth  o f  the  proverb  “  Might  is  right.”  During  the  time  
 that  his lord  is  feeding  the  fag  has  to  keep  incessantly  on  the watch,  or  he will  quickly  be  
 recalled  to  a  sense  o f   his  duties  in  a  way  he  is  not  likely  to  forget.  A   gentleman  who  
 hunts  regularly with  the  Devon  and  Somerset  staghounds  told  me  that  on  one  occasion  he  
 was posted  at . the  top  o f  a wood  about  to  be  drawn,  in  which  had  been  harboured  a  big  
 stag  and  his  fag.  He  saw  the  stag  and  the  brocket  started  by  the  tufters  in  the  middle  of  
 the wood,  and  they  galloped  up  the  hill  towards  him.  Then, just  as  both  appeared  to  be  
 on  the  point  o f  breaking  cover,  the big  stag  drove  the  brocket  out  o f the wood,  and without  
 showing  himself  on  the  outskirts,  suddenly  plunged  back  into  the  cover  in  front  o f  the  
 hounds,  which were  now  in  full  cry,  and  was  seen  by  another huntsman  to  go  and  lie  down  
 in  the  bed  just  vacated  by  the  fag.  There  is  no  doubt  these  old  stags  are  in  the  habit  o f  
 using  their  fags  as  scapegoats.