142 Trails to Woods and Waters 



bushes drew nearer, and a dark form crossed 

 a patch of moonlight about fifty feet away. 

 A second later it came out into the outer edge 

 of light cast by the jack, and stood erect and 

 alert. There was no mistaking that proud 

 figure, with its graceful outline, and slim, 

 arching neck, even if there had not been a 

 magnificent crown of horns, probably a five 

 pointer, and two large luminous eyes, that 

 were wide with fear and wonder. A moment 

 later a second head was thrust into the aureole 

 of light, and a doe, also wide-eyed and won- 

 dering, stood beside her lord, and gazed fear- 

 fully, yet fascinated at this strange will-o'- 

 the-wisp, that danced on the river. It was as 

 pretty a wilderness picture as ever delighted 

 the eye of woodsman, but it was all too brief, 

 for a telltale breath of wind came dancing 

 over the stream and blew our hot body scent 

 full in their distended, quivering nostrils. 

 There was a loud snort, a whistle, and the 

 pair went crashing through the woods, just 

 as though it had been daylight instead of 

 semi-darkness, and the path had been smooth, 



