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would ride along each side of the ravine, 

 examining intently with our eyes every 

 clump of trees or brushwood. For some 

 time we saw nothing, but, finally, as we 

 were riding both together round the jutting 

 spur of a steep hill, my companion suddenly 

 brought his horse to a halt, and pointing 

 across the shelving bend to a patch of trees 

 well up on the opposite side of a broad ra- 

 vine, asked me if I did not see a deer in it. 

 I was off the horse in a second, throwing 

 the reins over his head. We were in the 

 shadow of the cliff-shoulder, and with the 

 wind in our favor; so we were unlikely to 

 be observed by the game. I looked long 

 and eagerly toward the spot indicated, which 

 was about a hundred and twenty-five yards 

 from us, but at first could see nothing. By 

 this time, however, the experienced plains- 

 man who was with me was satisfied that 

 he was right in his supposition, and he told 

 me to try again and look for a patch of red. 

 I saw the patch at once, just glimmering 

 through the bushes, but should certainly 



