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his tracks. At this stage of the game all seemed to 

 be in confusion, as the deer did not seem to know 

 what the shooting meant. As Le Buffe did not carry 

 a gun, to keep out of my way and out of sight of the 

 game he had taken shelter behind a large rock about 

 the size of an old fashioned Pennsylvania bake-oven 

 (such as our ancestors used), about 200 yards from 

 where I was doing the shooting. Here he almost 

 came to grief, as he was attacked by a fierce caribou 

 with most vicious horns. His cry for help attracted 

 my attention just in time to save him, as the mad- 

 dened beast was grunting and charging at him as he 

 was running round and round the rock. I ran down 

 to within about twenty yards of the circus, when the 

 enraged animal caught sight of me and immediately 

 squared off to give me battle on open ground, and 

 looked as if he asked no favor under the circum- 

 stances. But I had him Avell covered with the rifle, 

 and called out to Le Buffe to lie flat behind the rock 

 as I was going to shoot. Just as the great savage deer 

 lowered his head to make a rush at me, I fired a ball 

 into his breast, and he fell dead within six feet of Le 

 Buffe who is a brave man and used to danger, but 

 at this moment was as white as a sheet as he again 

 took me by the hand. 



"This over, and before we had time to consider what 



