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Show Friends for Long Had Laugh on Sportsman A good story is going the rounds in London regarding an experience that befell Sir William liarcourt when lie was shooting in the Scottish Highlands High-lands with .1. K. Milhlis. According to Mr. Millais, Sir William was strolling stroll-ing about one evening when lie spied a nuigiiiliceiit horned beast grazing peacefully on a little hill. In the gloaming it looked like a stag of fine proportions, and without pausing to examine it through a glass, lie rushed into the house, and, seizing a rille, advanced ad-vanced upon his quarry with all the stealth and cunning of an accomplished accom-plished stalker. The crucial moment came at last. His finger was on the trigger, and the deatli of the animal a certainty, when a raucous Highland voice bellowed in his ear: "Ye're no gaen to sliute the nieenister's goat, are ye?" |