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that we need it for food. Please hurry, or it may run 

 away." 



"• 1 don't think it will go, and I am (juite willing 

 that you should shoot it," said the Doctor. 



Olive looked at her father in surprise, but his face 

 told nothing. Dodo suspected something, and vent- 

 ured, " I think it must be a tame Deer 3-ou have 

 brought to teach us with." 



" No, it can't be," said Nat. " Uncle would never 

 be so cruel as to shut up a tame Deer to be shot." 



'' Don't you think we had better go and see, instead 

 of talking?" said ^Ir. Blake. "There goes Rod down 

 the hill now. Who knows but what he will get the 

 first shot." 



" I see it ! " cried Nat ; " a real big Deer with curly 

 horns, I mean antlers, and a skin about the color of a 

 donkey's. See, Olive, it stands between the birches 

 right against the side hill." 



"Oh, it's moving," wailed Dodo. 



" It has gone. Rod has frightened it," shouted Nat. 



" Yes, it has disappeared, surely," said the Doctoro 

 " We might go and see what Rod has to say for him- 

 self." 



"It is behind the trees, I can see its legs," said 

 Olive, as they reached the pasture. " It's backing in 

 between the trees again. Why, father, it's a big 

 target shaped like a Deer ! " 



So it was. The animal was first sawed out of wood, 

 then fastened together with movable legs, after the 

 fashion of a jum})ing Jack. Tlien it was padded a 

 little and covered with stout sail-cloth, which was 

 painted so that at a short distance it really looked 



