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on the Wisconsin Central Railway, started on a 

 three-mile jaunt to a logging camp, for a day or two 

 on a deer roundup. I reached my destination at nine 

 o' clock. The men had long since gone to their work, 

 but the "boss" had returned to camp to attend to 

 some business in hand, and, welcoming me with the 

 generous hospitality that is always shown by these 

 sturdy sons of the forest to strangers, bade me make 

 myself at home as long as I cared to stay. To my 

 inquiry as to the presence of game in the vicinity, 

 he said there was plenty of it, and that the men saw 

 one or more deer nearly every day while going to 

 or returning from their work, which was only a 

 mile away. 



I lost no time in getting out and entering an old 

 slashing to the east of the camp where the foreman 

 said signs were plentiful. I had not gone more 

 than half a mile, when, turning to the left, on an 

 old logging road, I saw several fresh tracks of deer 

 that had been feeding there that morning. It was 

 now eleven o'clock in the forenoon and I had no 

 hope of finding the game on foot at that late hour, 

 but depended entirely upon jumping a deer from its 

 bed and upon having to risk, in all probability, a 

 running shot. I moved very cautiously, however, 

 and was on the qui vive for any straggler that 

 might perchance be moving. Every foot of ground 

 that came within the scope of my vision was care- 

 fully scanned and every sound or movement of leaf 

 or shrub, no matter how slight, received the most 

 careful attention, during long and frequent pauses, 

 before proceeding on my way. 



I followed the road through various turns, along 



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