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deer, motionless and beautiful, we might almost 

 have thought lifeless, they looked so strange in 

 that wonderful scene ; only we could see the breath 

 streaming from their nostrils into the cold, frosty 

 air. For dazzling radiance and strange beauty, I 

 never before saw such a prospect, and may per- 

 haps never see quite the like again. After a while 

 the deer walked leisurely off into the long grass 

 and brush near the slough to lie down in cover. 

 The game we came for were not to be found, and 

 when we discovered this we turned to leave. I 

 said to my partner, " We have been disappointed 

 in our hunt, but in coming on it we got a glori- 

 ous and beautiful sight one not to be forgotten 

 as long as we may live." 



He was a very practical sort of man, and 

 replied, " I had a good deal sooner have got a 

 dozen fat turkeys." 



On our way back to Onarga across country 

 we had to walk fourteen miles. There were many 

 buckwheat-stubble patches along the prairie in our 

 way, and we took them on our road to walk up 

 the grouse. We did not diverge to the right or 

 left to follow those which went away, but, keeping, 

 right ahead, got about twenty brace by the time 

 we reached Onarga. Although there were no 



