Charles John Cutcliffe Wright Hyne 
Recipe for Diamonds 

Excerpt: "… The first shot was just a rib too far back, and though it staggered him, he didn’t stop to it. Out tinkled cartridge number one and in went a second, and "cluck" said the breech-block. And then as he slewed round, I got the next bullet home, bang behind the shoulder. That did it. He tucked down his long Roman nose, and went heels over tip like a shot rabbit; and when a big elk that stands seventeen hands at the withers plays that trick, I tell you it shows a new hand something he hadn’t much idea of before. We ran up eagerly enough. "Meget stor bock, " shouted Ulus, and whipped out his knife, and proceeded to do the offices, being filled with strong glee, which he imparted to the driving rain, the swishing trees, and my dripping self. And, by Jove, his highness was a beauty too! Antlers in velvet, of course, as is the fashion with all Norwegian deer at this time of year; but there were eight points on each, and they’ve got the most approved "impudent" downward curve. What with no rype and few trout, I’d been feeling rather down on my luck all these long weeks till now; but this big elk turned the scale. Glad I came."