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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. At 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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