q8 Musings by Camp-Fire and Wayside 



another shot. There he lay in all his purity and 

 beauty. I was smitten to the heart with remorse. 

 I considered that he had lived the pure and inno- 

 cent life of Nature, had never harmed any one or 

 anything, and there he lay, the victim of an invader 

 and murderer. 



This ended my hunting, a favorite sport of more 

 than half a century, and which had the double 

 attraction that it led me deep into the solitudes of 

 Nature, with their unfading freshness and unfailing 

 charms. 



