94: WILD BPOBTS IN THE BOUTH. 



our quarry. Two buck-shot, in the thick part of the neck 

 from behind, came from the Doctor's second barrel. 



" Where is the Doctor ? here is his horse. Oh ! there 

 he comes limping along rather sore with his fall." A 

 laugh and a sly joke were all the consolation we had to 

 offer him. Two more buck-shot in the right side, close 

 together ; that is Lou Jackson's shot. They were the 

 only ones of the party using shot guns. None of the 

 shots were heavy enough to kill the deer, though altoge- 

 ther they had broken him down in the chase. We 

 wound a horn to tell the drivers we left behind our 

 whereabouts, and putting the buck on one of the negroes' 

 horses, and coupling the dogs to keep them from enter- 

 ing the swamp, we turned back the way we came. 



"Now for the does we left behind," said Jackson. 

 " How many were there !" 



" I saw two bucks and four does," said the Doctor. 



: ' Fudge ! those were the same deer we have been chas- 

 ing, only your people turned them back into the hum- 

 mock two or three times without killing them." 



" I killed one," said I. 



" Where is it ? 



" It fell in the bushes." 



" Reckon you did not hit her." 



" You had better believe it ; I can show you the place 

 where she fell." 



" That isn't what we want. Where is the place that 

 she is now, can you tell that ? I fired at a doe, too, but 

 a long way off, and she probably is where yours is." 



