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above the rock. Smith and myself were in the leading boat, 

 he in the bow with his rifle. As the current swept near the 

 rocks where the deer was feeding, we let our little craft drift 

 quietly in that direction. As we came within shooting dis- 

 tance, say from fifteen to twenty rods, Smith adjusted his 

 rifle, and as the animal raised its head above the rock, he 

 sighted him carefully, and fired. It was a beautiful shot. 

 There was nothing of the animal but the head visible, and 

 the bullet, true to its aim, struck it square between the eyes, 

 and it fell dead. This shot, together with the glory of kill- 

 ing the bear, elated Smith wonderfully, and upon the 

 strength of them, he assumed the championship of the expe- 

 dition. 



We drew the deer into the baggage-boat, and sent for- 

 ward our pioneer to erect our tents, and prepare a late din- 

 ner, at our old camping ground, while we landed with the 

 dogs on the island near the head of Round Pond, or Lake, 

 to course whatever game they might find upon it. They 

 soon burst into full chorus, and dashed away. The island is 

 small, containing only a few acres, and the game could not, 

 therefore, take a wide range. After a single turn, a deer 

 broke, like a maddened war-horse, from the thicket, and 

 plunging into the lake, struck boldly for the mainland, 

 five hundred yards distant. We were near by with our two 

 boats when he took to the water, and we thought we would 

 accompany him as an escort to the shore ; so we rowed up, 

 and with a boat on each side, and within ten feet of him, as 

 he swam, escorted him towards the forest. We treated him 



