FIRST DEER IN AMERICA. 21 



easy it may be to lift a heavy body into a boat, it is a 

 different thing to bring a dead deer into a birch canoe. 



On our way to shore we picked up the hound, which 

 was taken on board, and enjoyed himself by licking 

 the blood that trickled from the shot-holes. Feel- 

 ing fatigued from my severe exertions, I halted for a 

 few moments, and commenced handling our trophy, 

 when the confounded dog flew at me, inflicting a most 

 disagreeable impression of his ivories on the palm of 

 my hand a habit I believe he had with all, excepting 

 his owner; which peculiarity, doubtless, was much 

 approved of by him, but was far from raising this 

 canine in my estimation. 



That night I was the hero of the day- the lion of 

 the hour ; an honour to which I was no more entitled 

 than many whose fame has been made through force 

 of circumstances, and whose memory will live when an 

 abundant crop of grass, perhaps thistles, are growing 

 over a hero's last resting-place, and the dwellers upon 

 earth have forgotten that such ever existed. 



