
"...having one day spent all my shot,
i found myself unexpectedly
in presence of a stately stag,
looking at me as unconcernedly
as if he had known of my empty pouches.
i charged immediately with powder,
and upon it a good handful of cherry-stones,
for I had sucked the fruit
as far as the hurry would permit.
thus I let fly at him,
and hit him
just on the middle of the forehead,
between his antlers;
it stunned him--
he staggered--
yet he made off.
a year or two after,
being with a party in the same forest,
i beheld a noble stag with
a fine full grown cherry- tree
above ten feet high
between his antlers... "
