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gun had been in unexperienced hands, I would not have been in 

 Stockton's place, and I was impatient with the Indian that he 

 would not give me a shot befoi'e we got so near, but I now saw 

 if we had been ten yards farther off the carcass would have sunk 

 out of reach. When the trophy was secured, the Indian gave a 

 whoop, such as only an Indian can give, though I must confess 

 there were some brave attempts to imitate it right then and 

 there. At the death, we were scarcely a quarter of a mile from 

 the landing, and in full hearing of the camp, and it was a sight 

 worth seeing to see our two companions and the three Indians, 

 all of whom were in camp when the shots were fired, come rush- 

 ing down to the beach to see what it all meant. It was slow 

 towing the deer through the lily pads, which extended out for fifty 

 yards or more. Before we landed, the three Indians on shore 

 rushed into the water, seiz^gd and dragged the deer to the bank. 

 He must have been a great warrior, for all the points on his 

 antlers were broken off. He was a big deer, and a beautiful 

 sight as he lay there upon the green grass. But I have spoken 

 of his remarkable size in another and more appropriate place. 



That was one of those fortunate but unexpected chances which, 

 however, often occur, and which the discreet hunter will be 

 always prepared for. It would be difficult to recall a finer after- 

 noon's sport, or one with more satisfactory results. 



