CHAPTER II.
Newera Ellia--The Turn-out for Elk-Hunting--Elk-Hunting--Elk turned to Bay--The Boar.
Where shall I begin?
This is a momentous question, when, upon glancing back upon past years, a thousand incidents jostle each other for precedence.

How shall I describe them?
This, again, is easier asked than answered.

A journal is a dry description, mingling the uninteresting with the brightest moments of sport.

No, I will not write a journal; it would be endless and boring.

I shall begin with the present as it is, and call up the past as I think proper.
Here, then, I am in my private sanctum, my rifles all arranged in their respective stands above the chimney-piece, the stags' horns round walls hung with horn-cases, powder-flasks and the various weapons of the chase.