been the young of black- or white- 

 tail." 



Preserving an open mind he took 

 copious notes from Cap'n and 

 Sommers. 



" I ain't never killed one, 

 f essed Cap'n, ' ' but they are sure here, 

 seen their tracks often. It's narrower 

 than a fawn. Once I followed one 

 and came on it in the dusk, about 

 the size of a greyhound, only shorter 

 of course, a full grown adult with 

 small horns. No, it was not a fawn, 

 too clean limbed and tight made ' 

 and so on. 



Nimrod put it all down in his 

 journal. "Perhaps," he said: and 

 travelled miles to see a track the 

 Captain assured him was "fantail." 



" It may be, " he announced, after 

 measuring it carefully fore and aft and 

 amidships and taking its photograph. 

 "How I would like to be sure! A 

 good specimen settling the matter 

 would be worth while." His scien- 

 tific acquisitiveness was fully aroused. 



One morning we started, as we had 

 daily, to hunt for what we could find. 

 Nimrod read many tales of the wild 

 for me. Elk had bedded here last 



