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neared the top, I shot him and he fell, but picked himself 

 up again. I fired the second shot, knocking him down, but 

 again he started to his feet. The third shot missed him. 

 Five deer with seven shots, four killed and the fifth wounded. 

 The firing was so rapid that one report had not died away 

 before another followed, waking the echoes from hill after 

 hill. 



"Wai, that beats me!" said Steward; I thought you 

 was a 'pilgrim' with a gun." 



" A 'pilgrim' compared with yourself," I replied, "but 

 I have used a gun before." 



"Wai, then, why don't you get a Sharps?" said he. 



"Simply because I prefer the Winchester." 



"Have you ever been on the buffalo range?" he quer- 

 ied. 



"No." 



"Wai, I thought so ; when you tackle them ar bar,, you 

 will larn more." 



"You are right," I said ; "but how do you like the Win- 

 chester for deer and small game?" 



"Oh! it will do for boys to kill birds with, sure; but 

 she don't carry enough lead for bulls and bars. If you'll 

 just take a turn over the hill after that other chap, I'll get 

 these ready to pack." 



I started after the wounded buck and was crossing the 

 hill when he broke cover from behind a log. As he was 

 crossing the next hollow I gave him a ball in the shoulder 

 and another in the back. He made a hard struggle for life 

 but the lead was too much for him. His shoulders were 

 terribly mangled, not worth saving, but the hams were 

 good. On returning to Steward, who had finished his work, 

 I found him admiring the knife I gave him. He had 

 cut off the deer's legs to try its mettle, and found the tem- 

 per sufficient to stand the test. 



