280 Trails to Woods and Waters 



direction of the sound, but could make out 

 nothing. 



Presently there was a rush of feet which 

 seemed to come immediately towards us, and 

 before I had the faintest idea of what game 

 was afoot, a beautiful doe, with a little dap- 

 pled fawn, stood panting at the edge of the 

 bright rim of light cast by our lanterns. 



For a full minute they stood gazing wide- 

 eyed and spellbound at the strange bright- 

 ness, just as they will at a jack. 



The fawn crowded close to its dam, and 

 gazed up at her with an inquiring look, but 

 the doe kept her terror-wide eyes fixed upon 

 the light of our lantern, as though her life de- 

 pended upon holding it with her gaze. 



It was a wonderful picture and one that I 

 shall never forget. 



The bright patch of light, like a picture 

 frame, and the two beautiful heads at its 

 centre. 



Then the dogs came out of the swamp into 

 the open, with a great baying and the doe and 

 fawn fled precipitately, going at such a break- 



