THE TRAIL OF THE SANDHILL STAG 



All these doublings and many more 

 like them were patiently unravelled 

 and the shortening bounds were 

 straightened out once more till, as 

 daylight waned, the tracks seemed 

 to grow stale and the bounds again 

 grow long* After a little, Yan be- 

 came wholly puzzled, so he stop- 

 ped right there and spent another 

 wretched night* Next day at dawn 

 he worked it out* 



He found he had been running 

 the trail he had already run* With 

 a long hark-back, the doubt was 

 cleared* The desperate Stag had 

 joined onto his old track and bounded 

 aside at length to let the hunter fol- 

 low the cold scent* But the join-on 



was found and the real trail read, 

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