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deer this very morning in the ' Devil's Hole,' and 

 they^re not less than twenty head. Hurrah ! " 

 cried Pat, on perceiving the japanned tin lanterns, 

 " Here we are ; and now we'll see how these will 

 suit 'em." 



" Not another word," said Mr. Eustis ; " I want 

 to give my French friend a surprise, so don't you 

 say a word until I tell you." 



" All right ! " cried he, and, without more ado, 

 whistled to a couple of hounds and led the way to- 

 wards a difficult path, which led from Big Wolf to 

 Devil's Hole. The path was abrupt, narrow, tor- 

 tuous, steep, and sometimes dangerous, but no acci- 

 dent occurred during this walk of about an hour 

 and a half. The cedars being so close, rendered the 

 passage very difficult, but we managed to force our 

 way, and presently we found ourselves at an opening, 

 where were about fifteen deer, some browsing, some 

 lying down, and all on the watch. 



" Now, my French Nimrod," whispered Mr. 

 Eustis, "what say you to this? You've only to 

 hold straight and shoot fair. Now, look out ; we've 

 three guns. Pat, you shoot to the left, I'll blaze at 

 the centre, and you, dear sir, shoot to the right. 

 Now, take your time. I'll count up to twenty, and 

 then fire." 



Each took his place and presently the three guns 

 went off, followed by two more shots, the second 

 barrels of Mr. Eustis and myself. " Bravo !" cried 



