LET US GO AFIELD 



or more Indian ponies stolid, rational little brutes, 

 which could carry weight and which never got ex- 

 cited in any situation. Our hunt had rather a 

 Scotch Highlands flavor, for we packed in all our 

 deer on pony back. It was a goodly sight to see 

 three or four ponies, each with his deer, plodding 

 patiently along the homeward trail in the evening. 



One man collected three deer on two ponies one 

 day. On yet another day a pony with a deer lashed 

 to him got away in the bush and was lost for some 

 hours, only to be found in camp at dusk, patiently 

 waiting to be unloaded. With our pony train, a 

 number of automatic rifles, big log camps, a good 

 cook, good guides, and a leader perfectly acquainted 

 with the country through many years' hunting there, 

 we had the most perfect example of deadly efficient, 

 wholly comfortable, modern deerhunting I ever 

 saw. Though we did not catch them in nets as 

 they did in ancient Germany, or drive them through 

 chutes past the firing stand, we got them just the 

 same; which seems to be the raison d'etre of all 

 deer hunts. 



Even in camp your deer is not yet home. You 

 tie in his ear the first coupon from your hunting li- 

 cense, which, maybe, cost you twenty-five dollars. 

 At the railroad station the agent ties on another 

 coupon. Then he tears off another coupon and 



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