STORY OF THE DEER HUNT. 65 



"I begin to doubt, " said Johnson, "that you shot that 

 deer at all, you make so much of 



the accessories, " added the Professor, by A\ay of 

 helping out. 



"By Jove," continued Johnson, '.' I believe you just cast 

 anchor, down there, lit your pipe, and this deer crawled 

 into your boat to he -ociable, like, and then you bloody 

 pirates cut his throat." 



Benson, who by thi> time had relighted his pipe, smiled 

 triumphantly and continued "I can show yon the buok- 

 -hot hole- in his skin, to answer that, and there's the hack 

 of my hand, and here's the blood-spots on my neck to ^at 

 M'y any gentleman that the five million were down there. 



''Well, (puff, puff,) as I was going on to say, we pad 

 died along as carefully as if we were right in the midst of 

 a whole herd of deer t'a>t a>leep, and were as afraid as death 

 of 'em, for fully twenty minutes, when I heard another 

 little -pla^li in ilu- water and something dripping. Horace 

 heard it, too. and it wasn't any frog-jump, this time, 

 and he ju*t turned that boat, how on, towards that sound, 

 as if the old scow was on a greased pivot no bigger than a 

 pin. --shoved her ahead four or five rods, and there stood 

 my deer' Ile'< a -ood looking buck now, although some- 

 what in a heap, isn't he? But you should have seen him 

 then! lie was up to his knees in the water, feeding on the 

 lily-p-ids; but. the moment the light caught his eye he 

 straightened up, and stood like a picture, head up, nose a 

 little thrusi out as if asking questions about this new thing. 

 May be he thought it was some new sort of fire-fly that 



