Crash followed crash, at short intervals, with the snapping of dry twigs and bush branches, and then came ringing, clear and sweet, three notes of a hunting horn. Out into an open glade, where the sunlight fell upon the long, green grass of midsummer, there bounded a splendid stag--a stag royal, a stag of ten--fit to be the antlered monarch of the king's deer in Longwood.…
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