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faces toward salt water. Williams and Sanders had 

 just arrived to help carry out, and after all hands had 

 loaded up with all they thought they could carry, we 

 got under way about 10 A. M., strung out in regular 

 Indian fashion, headed for the Big Marsh frequently 

 stopping on the way to rest, talk and live over the 

 great sport we had enjoyed in the locality we had just 

 left. 



" When about halfway to camp and just as we 

 were rounding a point of one of the many wooded 

 islands in the- marsh, Indian Jim, who was in the lead, 

 threw down his pack, dropped to his knees, and sung 

 out, 'Oh! I see deer.' And there in full view, about 

 300 yards distant, was a herd of about thirty. Some 

 were lying down, others feeding, and a few seemingly 

 on the alert for danger notably several barren does. 

 Among them were two fine stags, one with a beauti- 

 ful pair of antlers towering above the rest as they 

 gleamed in the bright sunlight. As there were seven 

 of us in the party we had to be particularly careful 

 not to attract their attention ; so we quickly crawled 

 into the edge of a little thicket close by for cover. 

 'Who wants a stag?' said Le Buffe. 'I do,' said the 

 Doctor ; ' you and the Kid take cover to the right, get 

 below them, and I will shoot the best one as they run 

 past us.' 'Follow me close, then,' said Le Buffe, and 



