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 F IE LD   N O TES  A N D   S T A L K IN G   Y A R N S 
 It   is .generally  agreed  amongst  those  o f  us  who  are  devoted  to  sport  with  the  rifle  that  the  
 greatest pleasure  o f the modern  chase  is  that  o f  stalking  a  really wild  animal  that  has  been  
 previously  spied  in  an  open,  rugged, and mountainous  country, with all  its  attendant  incidents  
 and  varying  chances  o f   failure  or  success.  This  sport  in  its  highest  form  is  only  to  be  
 had  with  the  various  wild  goats  and  sheep  o f  Europe,  Asia,  and  America,  and  as  these  
 highly  sensitive  creatures  are  gifted with  powers  o f  sight  and  hearing  far  superior  to  those  
 o f  the  stag,  he  who means  to  succeed  with  them must  be  prepared  for  long  and  toilsome  
 journeys,  and  a  perseverance  in  pursuit  equal  at  least  to  that  o f  Sherlock Holmes.  I f  he  is  
 not  so  armed,  let  him  content  himself at home,  as  he well may  do  i f  privileged  to  pursue  the  
 stag  in  any  o f  our  wild  Northern  forests.  “  Oh,  but,”  says  Mr.  Superfine  Sciolist,  “  who  
 would care  to  shoot poor  beasts mewed up within an enclosure  o f  seven-strand w ire  fencing ? ”  
 A   sneer  o f  the  ignorant,  but  it  is never heard  from men who  know what  deer-stalking  really  
 is  in  any  o f  the wide  and  ample  ranges  o f   Scotland.  There  the  deer  have  fair  play,  for  no  
 lasting  popularity  could  ever  attach  to  any  sport  in  this  country where  such  is  not  practised,  
 and  sometimes  happy  is  the man who  can  point  to  even  one  dead  animal  as  the  result  o f  a  
 week’s hard  stalking.  He  need  not  be  ashamed  o f  his work,  however  skilled  he may  be  in  
 the  stalker’s  art.  On  the  other  hand,  a  well-known  Russian  sportsman  with  whom  I  was  
 dining  recently had just  come  from the North, where he  had  rented  one o f those  small  sheep-  
 pen  forests  in  Inverness-shire,  and  he was  immensely  disgusted with  the  ease  and  luxury  o f  
 sport  “ as  made  in  Scotland,”  accustomed  as  he  was  to  the  pursuit  o f  big  game,  with  its  
 comparatively  few  chances.  “  A h   ! ”   said  he,  with  scornful  emphasis,  “  it  is  absurd ;  it  is  
 slaughter.  Why, you get three  shots  every day ! ” 
 I  think  it  says  a  good  deal  for  the  genuineness  and  healthy  tone  o f  Scotch  deerstalking  
 that  no  professionalism  has,  or  ever  can,  pervade  the  sport.  I f  we  look  into  the  
 annals  o f  the  past,  we  shall  see how,  instead  o f  its  degenerating  or becoming  less manly,  it  is  
 conducted  to-day  on  infinitely  more  sportsmanlike  lines  than  at  any  previous  period.  
 Three hundred  years  ago  great  drives were  the  fashion  ;  the  animals, confined  within  a  small  
 space,  were  brought within  easy  reach  and practically  butchered  at  a  short  range,  a  form  of  
 amusement  for which  even  the  poverty  o f   the weapons  o f   that  day was  hardly  a  sufficient