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notes, we planned the next day's hunt, and retired to 

 pleasant dreams." 



It is hardly necessary to say that Kep, like the Kid 

 after his red-letter day, required extra cover, bunk- 

 room and waiting on. Over a hundred deer seen 

 to-day. 



Saturday, October 27th. Thermometer 40 ; some fog 

 on marsh. As prearranged last night, Le Buffe, In- 

 dian Jim, Kep, the Kid and the writer made an early 

 start for the scene of yesterday's hunt, prepared with 

 tent, provisions and cooking utensils, to remain over 

 night or longer if need be. The Kid was entitled to 

 one stag more, and the writer to four. By 10:30 A. M. 

 we were at "Grandfather's Lookout," selected a camp- 

 ing place, and while Indian Jim put up the tent we 

 " biled the kittle," roasted some venison on the ends 

 of sticks and got ourselves in shape for the missing 

 specimens. Before we were through, however, with 

 our impromptu meal, Le Buffe with two smoking 

 ribs in his fist had gone a few yards above us where a 

 better view could be had, and soon sung out, "Deer 

 on the ma'sh," when we all advanced to where he 

 was, and sure enough there on a hillside, all of a mile 

 distant, was a herd of some thirty-five or forty, string- 

 ing along unconscious of danger. We were on the top 

 of the height of land on one side of a depression or 



