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eye, and he repeated his old story about winter's 

 meat and buckskin for moccasins as he glanced from 

 the doe to me. ' Him a fat un,' said he. Only three 

 inches of the deer's shoulder was visible as she stood 

 by the side of a tree. ' Jim, I might miss.' ' No ; un 

 gun shoot where un held. You an me find more big 

 stag by-un-by.' Resting on one knee, I held just near 

 the bark of the tree, and at the report of the gun the 

 doe fell dead. I sat down on a rock watching Jim 

 dress the deer, when all at once I heard a great racket 

 in my rear. ' I sprang to my feet to find a herd of 

 deer not twenty yards off on a full run ; in another 

 instant they would have been over us. On seeing us 

 they turned off, and there being no horns among 

 them, they were alloAved to go unmolested. I then 

 looked at my watch and saw that in forty-five min- 

 utes I had killed four deer and seen fifty-one." 



Kep and Le Buffe started for the Lower Lookout, 

 and here the author will allow Kep to tell how he 

 killed the wrong deer and missed adding a fine pair 

 of antlers to his list of trophies : 



"About 11 A. M. we spied fifteen deer in one drove 

 about half a mile distant, feeding and moving slowly 

 around the point of a thickly wooded island. Le 

 Buffe, who was perched high up on the tree, watched 

 them very intently through the glass for quite a while, 



