The perilous tale of the veteran fox-hunter and the deer

April 16, 1864.

April 16, 1864.

A singular encounter took place a few days ago, on the footpath leading across Ballachulish Glen to Glencrevan.

The old veteran, Dan M’Coll, a few days after giving in his resignation as a fox-hunter, was returning home one evening from the Ballachulish Stone when he came up to an unusually large deer, which had evidently been chased and scared by shepherds’ dogs.

The animal manifested signs of a pugnacious disposition and as Dan had no weapon of defence save a small slender cane he, with a prudent regard for his own safety, took to his heels followed by the deer.

Dan made for a tree close by him and speedily made his way up with wonderful agility. The deer, however, was not to be so easily baffled.

Setting to work in right earnest, he dug all around the tree with his feet and antlers, smelling and snuffling at his prisoner, endeavouring with much sagacity and perseverance to reach him, provoking thereby the most grievous apprehension in the mind of the perplexed object of his fury.

Dan’s anxiety was protracted nearly two hours when at length he spied a party of wayfaring travellers moving down the ridge of the hill, to whom he shouted desperately for assistance.

His cries were heard, and the party immediately repaired to his aid, when the deer was beaten off towards Banvaar Hill, and poor Dan delivered from his perilous plight.