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that weight lashed to a pole. Mr. Comstock would not consent to 

 drawing the deer for fear it would rake the hair off. Well, we 

 could not carry it up the steep point on the pole, as the swaying 

 of the deer would throw us off our feet. Mr. Comstock said that 

 he would carry it alone if I would help him get it on his shoulder. 

 Mr. Comstock was a large man, weighing over two hundred 

 pounds, but nevertheless I did not think he would be able to carry 

 the deer and told him so. After some hard tugging we got the 

 deer on his shoulder and he started up the hill. I started to get 

 out of the way, and I was none too soon in doing so. Mr. Com- 

 stock had not taken a half dozen steps when back he came, deer 

 and all, like ten thousand bricks. But as he did not break any 

 limbs or his neck, he was bound to try it again, which he did with 

 the same result. But this time he was quite badly bruised, and 

 he was now satisfied to leave the deer until morning, when Bill 

 went with us and we made a sort of a litter and carried it to camp 

 whole ; and he was a proud and happy man. When Mr. Comstock 

 and I left the deer and decided to await reinforcements, we struck 

 the trail of Bill, drawing a deer in the direction of camp, so we 

 now knew why Bill had not followed the trail of the deer through 

 to where Comstock and I were watching. 



It was now about the closing time for deer hunting, so after 

 Mr. Comstock had left for home, Bill and I put in the time until 

 the first of March tending the small traps with the usual success of 

 the average trapper, getting a fox, or mink or marten or some 

 piece of fur nearly every day. 



When the team which we had written home for came and got 

 our camp outfit and our furs, we broke camp and went home to 

 await another trapping season. 



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