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He is now completely foiled : the canoe has come between 

 him and the shore where he entered ; he turns once more 

 his head towards the centre of the lake. He has made his 

 last great effort; his doom is sealed. The Scribe has 

 dropped his paddle into the bottom of the canoe and picked 

 up his gun. Frank pulled steadily towards the deer and 

 gained rapidly. A few moments later a white puff of 

 smoke arose over the canoe; the deer dropped his head 

 and floated motionless in the water, while the sound of the 

 discharge of the gun in the hands of the Scribe echoed 

 around the lake. Scarcely had the reverberations died 

 away when another shot was heard on our right; still 

 another: the Governor was at work. He, too, had killed a 

 deer, while we afterwards learned that the third had run 

 the shore in front of Esculapius, but he was too much sur- 

 prised to even fire a shot at this animal. The canoes now 

 came together on the lake ; we greeted each other warmly ; 

 everybody was happy once more. 



It was now about two o'clock in the afternoon, and we 

 quickly decided to go to our camp. The day had been 

 passed very pleasantly by us and we had been rewarded 

 with success. I have hunted very frequently since that day, 

 but have never seen three deer driven to water by a single 

 dog in a single run since that time. We continued to hunt 

 deer several days a week or more with Dr. Pokorney 

 and his wonderful dog. This animal continued to manifest 

 the same intelligence ; was sent into the woods in the same 

 manner each day by her master, and rarely failed to bring 

 a deer to the water. This dog would probably not attract 

 much attention at a bench show, although I have never 



