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a cloud of dust, which caused him to turn toward me, when 

 I ran broadside and fired again, breaking his neck. 



"Plenty of meat in camp now," I said, and we soon 

 had some steaks for supper. The boys had caught a few 

 trout, but it was too late in the day for successful fishing. 



The next day, after a hard ride far up the mountain, 

 we camped near a little rill, whose clear, cold waters bub- 

 bled from beneath massive rocks. I was in advance of the 

 boys and started up three white-tailed deer. One fell at the 

 first shot, but the other two turned and were running across 

 the hill when I killed the second, and, by a lucky shot dis- 

 patched the third, as he was nearing the hilltop. This was 

 the first time I had been able to kill three of these deer at 

 three shots, and my success caused 1 me to smile a little. It 

 is harder to kill three white-tailed deer than a dozen others, 

 for they do not stop to see where the balls are coming from, 

 but bound off at their utmost speed. 



We took these deer safely to camp and made another 

 trip up the canyon. This time we encountered a large deer 

 with four fawns. The deer was killed by the first shot. The 

 report of the gun greatly alarmed the fawns,, and they strove 

 hard to get out of our reach, but we soon had all of them 

 down. Here we separated, each man taking a different 

 route, and I went up the main canyon to where it widened 

 to its greatest breadth. I reached the top of a hill that 

 looked down into a quaking-asp thicket and commenced 

 rolling stones into it. This had the desired effect, a crashing 

 noise was heard, and out came ten deer, their eyes distended 

 with fright. I leveled my gun at the largest. He gave a 

 few jumps up hill and fell dead. I then shot another large 

 doe. By this time they saw where I was, and ran from, in- 

 stead of toward, me, but I kept on shooting until I had killed 

 two more and wounded another. I was so completely satis- 



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