ADVENTURES OF DR. ALLEN. 



The farther we went, the thicker was the timber. The 

 snow in many places was hard enough to hold our weight, 

 but in many places there was no snow at all. I found a 

 large buck and three doe tracks and trailed them until Mr. 

 Fender got quite a distance ahead of me. The standing 

 burned timber was so very thick I could scarcely get through 

 it. The small poles, all as black as coal, stood up like 

 straws in a field. We were keeping a sharp lookout for 

 deer on every hand and I expected momently to see them 

 bounding off. 



We started toward the summit just as we heard Cal's 

 Winchester bellowing, until nine shots had been fired. I kept 

 a sharp lookout, for I felt sure that the game was coming our 

 way. Presently a monstrous bull came directly toward 

 Fender, and I could see two cows following at a distance of 

 a hundred paces. The bull came rushing on with his head 

 raised, smashing through the trees. The crash of Fender's 

 gun started him westward, and down the mountain. The 

 cows were gone too, although Fender fired at them, for no 

 ball could get far through the trees. 



I was sure the bull was unhurt, and, throwing my Bui- 

 lard in line with his shoulder,, I sent a hissing messenger 

 after him. Quickly I shot again, and this time saw a hand- 

 ful of hair fly from his side. His back gave a downward 

 hitch and I stopped, for I knew he was doomed. His great 

 body swayed from side to side as he pressed on through the 

 burned timber, striking his antlers, which were badly 

 shattered from the many hard battles he had hitherto 

 fought. He reeled about. The blood spurted from his side 

 upon the trees. He tried to make one more effort to go 

 on, but his knees trembled, and he fell headlong with a 

 crash, and tumbled over against the trees. His eyes rolled 

 in their sockets, his massive teeth ground together and he 

 yielded up his life. 



