HUNTERS WHO HAVE BUCKFEVERED 

 second barrel as he disappeared into a black- 

 berry thicket seventy-five yards away. We 

 all looked dumfounded while we reloaded 

 our guns and finally something was said about 

 old "Spot," But the first dog that came up was 

 my old dog 'Trump," His eyes were ablaze 

 with excitement and I called out "here Trump" 

 and with a look of surprise the grand old d@g 

 recognized me. Wagging his tail he came up to 

 me to be approved. Meanwhile /Ar. Spencer 

 had gone to where the deer had turned past us 

 and found great splotches of blood on the leaves. 

 The dog took up the trail and in a short time 

 brought the buck back by me at the rate of a 

 mile a minute. I was on the top of the slope 

 while the deer ran the edge of the ridge below 

 me. /Ay fusee banged out twice. I held right 

 on that big buck at about one hundred and fifty 

 feet away and the buck kept right on going. 

 Whang-bang went the rifle-shot-gun of the hunt- 

 er who knows just how to do it. The deer was 

 not more than a hundred feet from him and not, 



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