CHAPTER XX. 



were out at daylight the next morning 

 and hunted all day with fair success. 

 Johnston and Billy jumped a bunch of 

 five mule-deer, a buck, two does, and 

 two fawns. Johnston fired fourteen 

 shots at them before they got out of 

 the country, and killed the two does. 

 In speaking of it afterward Billy said he was just 

 taking a good aim at the old buck's eye when 

 Johnston's gun cracked the first time, and of 

 course the buck ran, so he did not get a shot. 



" But why didn't you shoot at him running?" I 

 inquired. 



" Because I can't hit a jumpin' deer," he replied, 

 frankly, " and I hate like thunder to miss." 



I spent the day about a mile from camp on top of 

 Blue Grouse Mountain, a prominent landmark of 

 the country. A heavy fog hung about the mount- 

 ain and over the surrounding country until about 

 three o'clock in the afternoon, when it lifted and 

 disclosed a view of surpassing loveliness. Away to 

 the west and southwest there was a level tract of 

 swampy, heavily timbered country about thirty 

 miles long and ten miles wide. I looked down on 

 the tops of the trees composing this vast forest, and 

 they appeared at this distance not unlike a vast field 

 of half -grown green grain. Beyond this tract to the 



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