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.

- Chapter 2