CHAPTER XIII. 







A JOLLY TIME FOB THE DEER HUNTING ON THE WATER BY 



DAYLIGHT MUD LAKE FUNEREAL SCENERY A NEW WAY 



OF TAKING RABBITS THE NEGRO AND THE MARINO BUCK 



A COLLISION. 



As we came down to the lake in the morning to perform 

 our ablutions, we saw a fine deer on the opposite shore, 

 feeding upon the pond lilies that grew along in the shallow 

 water. It was nearly half a mile from us, and while we 

 were looking at it, four others came walking carelessly out 

 of the tall grass upon the beach, and commenced playing, as 

 we have seen lambs do, on the sandy shore. They would 

 run here and there, back and forth, at full speed along the 

 sands, leap high into the air, kicking up their heels, and 

 performing all the various%ntics of which animals so supple 

 and active may be supposed capable. We saw one fellow 

 leap, with a clear bound, over two that were standing look- 

 ing out over the water, and run some fifty rods up the beach, 

 as if all the hounds in Christendom were at his tail, and then 



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