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Bwam back and forth, each time coming slowly nearer me, 

 until they were so close that I could see the shine of their 

 dark eyes, and the white rings about their necks. 



Soon the dogs open musically on, far up on the deep- 

 wooded side of Dug Mountain. It is a short and spirited 

 race, and while I lie abstractedly tracing the reverberations 

 of their voices among the mountains a splash ! My heart 

 leaps. There ! The deer has taken water at the southern 

 end of the lake. See, he swims already ! It's a noble fellow ! 

 Ha ! he is not coming for the open water ! We shan't get 

 him ! He swims across that narrow cove now he's out ! 

 See him shake the drops from his tawny hair, as he walks 

 deliberately into the woods again ! 



There come the dogs ! Old Turk, with his face half white 

 and black, stands upon the shore an instant, snuffing over 

 the water. In he plunges ! What a bold and rapid swimmer ! 

 He swims out into the lake towards us. The trick has told 

 he has lost the deer. George puts out in the boat to meet 

 him. He takes him in and rows towards where the buck 

 went out. He has nearly reached the shore the dog stands 

 with his fore paws on the edge of the boat, snuffing the air. 

 There ! he plunges he has caught the scent again, and 

 away he goes, with eager yells, on the track. 



He is off, and Master George does not return to us with 

 the boat. The rascal is out of our reach, and is determined 

 now, in spite of me, to carry out his purpose. Knowing 

 that he can invent some excuse which will satisfy Piscator, I 

 swallow my anger ; for this is his chance, and if he chooses 

 to lose it, well and good. In half an hour the deer is back, 

 takes the water on the other side of the lake, and makes for 

 the second island. Master George is off, and pulling with 

 his best might and skill to cut the deer off from the shore. 

 He has started too soon ; the deer has seen him, and turns. 

 They both disappear behind the point of the island. 



The audacious rascal ! One of us should have been in that 



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