54 The Wilderness Hunter. 



the sky, the giants of their kind ; and there are few more 

 attractive sports than still-hunting- on the mountains, among 

 these forests of marvellous beauty and grandeur. There 

 are many lakes among the mountains where it dwells, and 

 as it cares more for water than the ordinary blacktail, it is 

 comparatively easy for hounds to drive it into some pond 

 where it can be killed at leisure. It is thus often killed 

 by hounding. 



The only one I ever killed was a fine young buck. We 

 had camped near a little pond, and as evening fell I strolled 

 off towards it and sat down. Just after sunset the buck 

 came out of the woods. For some moments he hesitated 

 and then walked forward and stood by the edge of the 

 water, about sixty yards from me. We were out of meat, 

 so I held right behind his shoulder, and though he went 

 off, his bounds were short and weak, and he fell before he 

 reached the wood. 



