THE TRAIL OF THE SANDHILL STAG 



IV 



[HE hunt was nearly 

 over, for the season's 

 end was nigh* The 

 moose-birds had pick- 

 ed the last of the sas- 

 katoons, all the spruce-cones were 

 scaled, and the hunger-moon was at 

 hand* But a hopeful chickadee sang 

 4 See soon as Yan set off one frosty 

 day for the great Spruce Woods* 

 On the road he overtook a wood- 

 cutter, who told him that at such a 

 place he had seen two deer last 



