So when the first tracking snow 

 came, Yan set out with some com- 

 rades who had caught a faint re- 

 flected glow of his ardor* They 

 drove in a sleigh to the Spruce Hill, 

 then scattered to meet again at sun- 

 set* The woods about abounded in 

 hares and grouse, and the powder 

 burned all around* But no deer- 

 track was to be found, so Yan 

 quietly left the woods and set off 

 alone for Kennedy's Plain, where 

 last this wonderful buck had been 

 seen* 



After a few miles he came on a 

 great deer-track, so large and sharp 

 and broken by such mighty bounds 

 that he knew it at once for the trail 

 of the Sandhill Stag* 

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