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got the better of him and he whispered to me, 'Umpli ! 

 you only kill one deer. I like to have her to eat this 

 winter ; nice, fat ' at the same time pointing to a fine 

 doe in the lead. 'Well, Jim, I'll try' raising my 

 gun as I spoke. The deer saw the movement and 

 turned to flee, but it was too late ; the leaden messen- 

 ger had found the fatal spot in the fore shoulder, and 

 the doe rolled over. A few bounds and Jim was as- 

 tride of her, and his long knife was letting her life- 

 blood out. In a few moments the doe was disem- 

 boweled and placed out of the reach of 'varmints,' 

 where it would remain until the snow came, when Jim 

 with his dogs and sled would transport it to his 

 humble cabin nearly thirty miles distant. Soon we 

 were on our way. 'Never mind,' says Jim; 'find big 

 grandfather stag by-un-by.' We had not travelled 

 more than fifty yards until Jim dropped to the ground, 

 I doing the same; and trying to imitate the move- 

 ments of a serpent we crawled into some bushes near 

 by. Jim craned his long neck out, while I lay close 

 to the ground and he counted ' one, two, three, four, 

 five fifteen old grandfather stag behind. Wait.' 

 Turning my head I could see the feet of the passing 

 herd about fifty yards away. Suddenly Jim parted 

 the bushes and said, ' there un big stag, sir.' Taking 

 a quick but careful aim, I dropped him with a 



