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BIG GAME SHOOTING 



logs break your shins, and every other device of inanimate 

 Nature is found to obstruct and annoy you with what seems 

 almost live personal malice. After a long course of such sport 

 as this, after having become dumb because you have no more 

 ' swear words ' left to say, after having grown sick of hearing 

 that abominable ' thump, thump,' which means that you have 

 jumped another buck without seeing him, you may catch a 

 glimpse of a waving white tail going over the logs, and if you 



The White-tail's haunt 



are a good wing-shot with a rifle you may get the beast which 

 wears it, but the betting is you won't ; or you may some day be 

 astounded by the sight of a creature, apparently about as big 

 as a good-sized jack rabbit, close to you, sneaking along under 

 the brush, with its head craned forward, intent on escaping 

 observation. If you move to fire, that sneaking beast will at 

 once convert itself into the white-tailed timber jumper you have 

 seen once or twice before. 



