THE COLUMBIA BLACK-TAILED DEER. 



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fired my first shot I was ready for a second, and as he stood 

 there, proudly, looking at me, I planted a bullet in the base 

 of his neck. This time he did not go far, for the bullet 

 went, lengthwise, entirely through his body. Hanging him 

 up, I proceeded to camp, where a substantial supper 

 awaited me. 



The next morning I took a couple of ponies and brought 

 my game to camp. Not long after this it clouded up, and 

 there was a slight fall of snow. The miners were not slow 

 to take the hint, and the mines and cabins were soon closed 

 up, and we all hied ourselves back to civilization. 



It would take an abler pen than mine to give a realistic 

 description of this wonderful region. The only way in 

 which you can fully appreciate its beauties is to visit it, 

 which pleasure I earnestly hope you may sometime enjoy. 



