THE PLANTATION HOUSE OF " FAK AWAY." 69 



' Com^ake,' says he to his son, a boy about sixteen, long 

 and lank like his father, and always ready to poke away 

 from home. Accordmgly, all things ready, we trailed off 

 into the woods and took a course along the sea-side, 

 thinking to find more deer. 



" I led the way with the frying pan on my shoulder, 

 keeping the fire in it well up with pitch pine knots, 

 Stockton right behind with his rifle, and Jake keeping 

 within sight in the rear. We had gone about a mile or 

 so and the pan began to grow heavy, when I suddenly 

 felt Stockton's hand on my shoulder, comj^elling me to 

 stoj), and then the crack of his rifle from under my arm 

 told me that he had fired at a deer that I had not seen. 

 *That deer shone up bright any how,' he said, in a low 

 self-satisfied tone, as he proceeded to load his gun, ' only 

 to get blown out.' 



" ' Hadn't you better secure your game before load- 

 ing?' 



" ' Ha ! ha !' said he, ' that fellow will not leave there 

 until there is another set of legs under him. But come, 

 I'm ready.' 



" So saying, we started in the direction of our prize ; 

 when to our no little joy and surprise, we beheld another 

 blue light apparently just beyond the spot where lay our 

 fallen deer. Stockton agam fired, and out went the lio-ht 



" ' I first shot the doe,' he remarlj^d, while deliberately 

 loading his rifle, ' and the buck woukl not leave her.' 



" Again we started, but had not taken a dozen steps, 

 when lo! and behold, anotlier eye appeared. 



