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port he also disappeared ; but this time I 

 made out that he fell over forward into the 

 washout. Everything was now afoot and 

 moving about, so taking a quick shot at the 

 doe, behind the shoulder, and three more at 

 the remaining two, the last on the jump, I 

 realized, by seeing them fall, a big day's 

 work, and for the moment felt very proud. 

 It was not until afterward that the feeling 

 came up that my glory would have been 

 quite enough without killing the last three ; 

 but then it must be remembered that we 

 needed every pound of meat at the shack. 

 The two big bucks had fallen into the 

 washout, which was about six feet deep, one 

 directly on top of the other, and it was be- 

 yond my strength, without a horse and rope, 

 to pull them out. As it was, I had to clean 

 them in very uncomfortable quarters and not 

 in the most approved manner. During No- 

 vember, in the northern latitudes, the sun is 

 early to bed, and it was four o'clock and get- 

 ting gray when the last deer had been cared 

 for. i\t dark I washed all trace of blood 

 from my hands and arms in the river near 

 the shack, and strolled into the kitchen with as 

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