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moved slowly towards where the deer were feeding. The 

 boat in which we sat was permitted to float out to a posi- 

 tion from which we could see the sportsmen as they 

 approached the game. Slowly but steadily they moved, 

 the paddle remaining in the water, sculling the little craft 

 along as if it were a log drifting in the water. The deer 

 occasionally raised their heads, looking all around, evidently 

 regarding the boat as a harmless thing floating in from the 

 lake. After gazing thus about them they stooped their 

 heads again, and went on feeding, as if no danger were near 

 them. The hunters drifted within seventy or eighty yards 

 of the game, when a column of white smoke shot suddenly 

 up from the bow of the boat, and the report of Smith's rifle 

 rang out sharp and clear over the lake. We saw where the 

 ball struck the water just beyond the deer, passing directly 

 under its belly, possibly high enough to graze its body. At 

 the flash and report of the rifle, the animal leaped high into 

 the air, bounded in affright this way and that for a moment, 

 and then straightened itself for the woods. We heard his 

 snort as he went crashing up the hillside. 



Reader, should you ever drift -out to this beautiful lake, 

 you will find on the ridge just above where Bog River comes 

 tumbling, and roaring, and foaming over the rocks into the 

 lake, the charred remains of a campfire, built against a 

 great log that was once the trunk of a tall forest tree. 

 If you .should visit it within a year or two, you will perhaps 

 notice some forked stakes standing a few feet from the place 

 of the fire, and a bed of withered and dry boughs (now 



