The hounds looked over the edge and yelled with a mixture of fear and despair.

Their game was gone! By making a circuit of about half a mile among these frightful precipices and gorges, we at length arrived at the foot of the cliff down which the buck had leapt.

Here we of course found him lying dead, as he had broken most of his bones.

He was in very fine condition; but it was impossible to move him from such a spot.

I therefore cut off his head, as his antlers were the finest that I have ever killed before or since.
To regain the tent, I had a pull for it, having to descend into the village of Perewelle, and then to reascend the opposite mountain of three thousand feet; but even this I thought preferable to returning in cold blood by the dangerous route I had come.
Tugging up such a mountain was no fun after a hard morning's work, and I resolved to move the encampment to a large cave, some eight hundred feet lower down the mountain.