276 ADVENTURES OF DR. ALLEN. 



Cal, who was just then above me, saw a large doe that 

 was out of my sight, and raised his rifle. The clear stinging 

 report woke the hills, the echoes sounding and resounding 

 for miles below. We hurried to the spot, a hundred yards 

 away, and found he had scored a clean miss. It was one of 

 those unaccountable and tmexplainable misses, which, at 

 times, fall to the lot of all hunters. The deer had bounded 

 down the chasm, headlong, tearing rocks and dirt in their 

 flight as they sprang like mountain sheep until they reached 

 the depths below. We remounted, started for another rim- 

 rock and were slowly climbing the south side of the hill, when 

 we found another trail where five more deer had gone up. 

 We thought this was our last chance. 



We were now close to a grove of jack-pine trees, and as 

 Cal came near the edge, I saw him begin to pull at his Win- 

 chester and tumble off his pony. I jumped from my horse, 

 gun in hand, and started for Cal, who had already fired twice. 

 As these shots were fired through bushes, he missed his game, 

 and, though both horses started to run, we did not heed 

 them. Nothing could divert us from deer. I now gained a 

 good inside view of the grove, the trees being low and far 

 apart. 



One doe was running straight up the hill and I threw 

 my gun to my shoulder and fired. She stood still and I knew 

 she was hit. Four more deer started at right angles down 

 the hill,, and a young buck received a broadsider, which land- 

 ed him quickly. During all of this time the one Ihad shot 

 first had not moved, so Cal raised his Winchester and shot 

 her through the neck, which finished her. We soon had her 

 cleaned and secured upon Cal's horse behind the saddle, he 

 supposing this was all the game we had. I started for the 

 other doe and found it, much to Cal's delight and surprise. 

 We cleaned this one, tied it on my horse and then I went to 



