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with one bullet. Many years ago Father hilled 

 two, a doe and a fawn, at one shot, They were 

 standing still. He had trailed them into a red- 

 brush thicket where the brush was so thick that 

 one could not see only a short distance. The 

 red-brush is a species of scrub-oak that grows 

 on the sand ridges. They hold their leaves on 

 all winter, making it a great hiding place for 

 deer. Looking under the bushes Father saw 

 what he thought was a deer's legs but could 

 not see any part of the body. Raising the 

 trusty old rifle to his shoulder he aimed where 

 he thought its body would be and fired. At the 

 crack of the gun away bounded a deer. He 

 went to where he thought the deer was standing 

 and there lay one too dead to kick. To solve 

 the mystery he looked at the tracks of the one 

 that ran away and discovered great splotshes of 

 blood on the snow. Following the trail thirty- 

 five or forty yards he found the doe kicking her 

 last kick. The bullet had passed through the 

 fawn and lodged in the shoulder of the doe. As 



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