except other animals and I killed them I fired again, the deer leaped into the air turning a complete back summers ault, it fell in a heap. At once fine dew, the back white shiver shimmering the animal, the buck whose I had just missed circled about us with the summit of the ridge but would not give a shot. Even the most exacting person could not have asked for a more perfect day than was given us when game and ride both crowded at half past five. The air was sharp fresh and the sky was cloudless, there was not a breath of wind, we rode across the rocky foot of the ravine standing our horses at the base of that into began the long climb up the slope. We were two thirds of the way to the top when my hunter stopped, pointed upward and whispered "Pan-yang". There on the very summit of the ridge stood a magnificent tree silhouetted against the sky. Its great horns curved about a head as firmly held as that of a Roman warrior, as it gazed down into the valley to the dark blue ridge of its opposite mate. Crossed mountains on the trail we watched the same for half an hour. He was far beyond