These last pleased me most, for when the shot struck the great bird going at that rate even death could not at once arrest his progress.

The impetus carried him yards, gradually slanting downwards till he rolled in the green rush bunches.
Then a hare slipped out and ran the gauntlet, and filled the hollow with his cries when the shot broke his hindquarters, till the dog had him.
Jays came in couples, and green woodpeckers singly: the magpies cunningly flew aside instead of straight ahead; they never could do anything straightforward.

A stoat peeped out, but went back directly when a rabbit whose retreat had been cut off bolted over his most insidious enemy.

Every now and then Dickon's shot when he fired high cut the twigs out of the ash by me.

Then came the distant noise of the beaters' sticks, and the pheasants, at last thoroughly disturbed, flew out in twos and threes at a time.