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and exhaustion overpowered me, and I fell fainting or 

 at least senseless to the ground. How long I may have 

 remained so, I eannot say. "When I recovered my 

 senses, it was quite dark. I got up to collect myself 

 and consider where I was, when I heard a deer, which 

 had got scent of me, spring, blowing and snorting, out 

 of the lick, and bound away over the dry leaves. 



I went, iu the first place, to a running stream, close 

 by, and took a long hearty draught. Feeling considerably 

 refreshed, I made a fire on the platform, and sat under- 

 neath, wrapped in my blanket, patiently awaiting the 

 approach of game. In less than an hour a young buck 

 iilvanced with light and cautious tread. I heard him 

 for ten minutes on the dry rustling leaves, before he 

 came within sight. AVhen he appeared, he was about 

 forty paces off, so that I could distinguish the outline 

 of his form, as he stood still staring at the fire, his eyes 

 shining like two stars out of the dark background. 

 lie cautiously advanced a lew steps, coming nearer the 

 lick, and looking almost white in the light of the fire. 

 I whistled : he ^topped and raised his head ; my ball 

 passed through both shoulder blades, and he died with- 

 out a cry. 



Transgressing all the rules of the craft, I neither 

 reloaded nor remained quiet in my place to await a 

 second ; but rushed out, dragged him to the fire, broke 

 him up, and in a very lew minutes, portions of him 

 were put down to roast. I then reloaded, and kept a 

 sharp look-out. 1'robablv the smell of mailing meat 

 kept others away ; for though I heard Hiorting and 

 stamping, I saw no more lor the present but mv 

 stomach could not hold out any longer. 



