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ing the direction of his finger, I observed the glittering 

 orb, and I immediately drew a bead upon it with my 

 rifle. At the report the eye disappeared. On landing 

 we discovered the animal, which was a fine buck, lying 

 dead on the ground, shot through the brain. We threw 

 him into the boat and continued our voyage. The next 

 shot fell to my companion's lot, and as he was an old 

 hand at this game he brought down a large doe ; but 

 we regretted this circumstance, as we found she was 

 accompanied by her fawns. However, there was no 

 help for it, so we placed her in the boat and again 

 dropped down the river. You may ask why it was 

 that we did not return now that we had got two deer. 

 But I believe hunters are never satisfied ; and, besides, 

 there was something so fascinating in this sport that I 

 said nothing, and was ready to assist my friend in any 

 amount of slaughter. 



" I was eagerly on the outlook for the reflection from 

 another eye, and scanned the shore closely. Several 

 times I was about to fire, but was prevented from wast- 

 ing my shot by my more experienced companion. At 

 length an unmistakable eye presented itself ; the colour 

 was the same, and the same steady stare too. I raised 

 my rifle, and as I did so I thought I heard my friend 

 say something; but I did not wait to hear what. I 

 pulled the trigger, and along with the report I thought 

 I heard an unusual noise something very like the 

 crashing of glass. My friend was in fits of inex- 

 tinguishable laughter. 'What have you done?' he 



