I killed another peacock, and the shot disturbed a herd of about sixty deer, who bounded over the plain till out of sight.

I tracked up this herd for nearly a mile, when I observed them behind a large bush; some were lying down and others were standing.
A buck and doe presently quitted the herd, and advancing a few paces from the bush they halted, and evidently winded me.

I was screening myself behind a small tree, and the open ground between me and the game precluded the possibility of a nearer approach.

It was a random distance for a deer, but I took a rest against the stem of the tree and fired at the buck as he stood with his broadside exposed, being shoulder to shoulder with the doe.

Away went the herd, flying over the plain; but, to my delight, there were two white bellies struggling upon the ground.
I ran up to cut their throats; (*1 This is necessary to allow the blood to escape, otherwise they would be unfit for food) the two-ounce ball had passed through the shoulders of both; and I stepped the distance to the tree from which I had fired, 'two hundred and thirteen paces.' Shortly after this 1 got another shot which, by a chance, killed two deer.