Off we started by sunrise to the bottom of the hills overlooking the head of the Little Windermere lake.

On arrival at the scene of action--a thicket or acacia shrubs--all the men in the neighbourhood were assembled to beat.

Taking post myself, by direction, in the most likely place to catch a sight of the animals, the day's work began by the beaters driving the covers in my direction.

In a very short time, a fine male was discovered making towards me, but not exactly knowing where he should bolt to.

While he was in this perplexity, I stole along between the bushes, and caught sight of him standing as if anchored by the side of a tree and gave him a broadsider with Blissett, which, too much for his constitution to stand, sent him off trotting, till exhausted by bleeding he lay down to die, and allowed me to give him a settler.
In a minute or two afterwards, the good young princes, attracted by the sound of the gun, came to see what was done.