We directed our course towards the east, rousing successively, and setting a-scampering, three large herds of deer--the common ones were yellow and of no particular size--but at the head of each herd we observed a big old black fellow with immense antlers; one of these was particularly large, indeed as huge as a bull.

We soon came to the verge of a steep descent, down which we went, not without some risk of falling.

At last we came to a gate; it was locked; however, on John Jones shouting, an elderly man with his right hand bandaged, came and opened it.

I asked him what was the matter with his hand, and he told me that he had lately lost three fingers whilst working at a saw-mill up at the castle.

On my inquiring about the inn he said he was the master of it, and led the way to a long neat low house, nearly opposite to a little bridge over a brook, which ran down the valley towards the north.