deer-slot

Updated: January 16, 2026

In the morning when one ventured abroad he found the deer-slot dimpling all the snow on the street, and down at the shore, unafeared of man, would be solitary hinds, widows and rovers from their clans, sniffing eagerly over to the Cowal hills. Poor beasts! poor beasts!

Neil Munro - John Splendid: The Tale of a Poor Gentleman, and the Little Wars of Lorn