THE TRAIL OF THE SANDHILL STAG 



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and at last a clear imprint in a sandy 

 place ended all doubt. Away he 

 went with a new fire in his blood, 

 and an odd prickling in his hair; 

 away on a long, hard follow through 

 interminable woods and hills, with 

 the trail growing fresher as he flew* 

 All day he followed, and toward 

 night it turned and led him home- 

 ward* On it went, soon over famil- 

 iar ground, back to the sawmill, 

 then over Mitchell's Plain, and at 

 last into the thick poplar woods 

 near by, where Yan left it when it 

 was too dark to follow* He was 

 only seven miles from home, and 

 this he easily trotted in an hour* 



In the morning he was back to 

 take it up, but instead of an old 



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