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and after appropriating the other shanty, we rested till 



sundown, when F took one of the guides and went 



after a deer, while I, with " diet," rowed up the inlet in 

 search of trout. We were unsuccessful ; and as we 

 drifted slowly back, two distant rifle-shots rang out 

 clear in the evening air, showing that my companions 

 were having better luck than myself. The edges of the 

 narrow stream were a perfect matting of bushes, and 

 just as we swept around a bend, I was startled by a 

 loud whistle apparently not fifty feet off. It came fierce 

 and rapid from the bushes four or five times, and then 

 I saw the form of a noble buck sailing through the air 

 high over the undergrowth. As he rose in that tre- 

 mendous spring, he gave another loud whistle. He had 

 scarcely disappeared in the bushes when his form hung 

 again in the air above them, and he again made the 

 woods ring with his whistle. Three times he repeated 

 this, making three separate, rapid, clear bounds over the 

 bushes, to see who and what we were, and then we 

 heard his long gallop in the open woods beyond, as, 

 sending forth his spasmodic whistles, he sped away. 

 That splendid form and wild eye, flashing out from 

 those dense bushes into the air and disappearing as sud- 

 denly, only to reappear again, and so near, too, left an 



