THE WHITE TAIL DEER. 69 



buck. We had camped near a little pond, 

 and as evening fell I strolled off towards it 

 and sat down. Just after sunset the buck 

 came out of the woods. For some moments 

 he hesitated and then walked forward and 

 stood by the edge of the water, about sixty 

 yards from me. We were out of meat, so I 

 held right behind his shoulder, and though he 

 went off, his bounds were short and weak, and 

 he fell before he reached the wood. 



