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Deer- Hunting on the An Sable. 



HUNG UP. 



on all manner of objects ; but steadfastly I watched the river, and 

 steadfastly I listened for the dogs. The snow and rain abated, and 

 the hours went by ; and stiff and chilled was I when, at half-past 

 twelve, young Curtis's canoe came poling up the river to pick up 

 deer if any had been shot above, and had lodged in the drift-wood, 

 instead of floating down to his watching-place, three miles below. 

 The dogs were all in, he said, and the doctor had shot a big buck 

 and a fawn. 



At camp, the doctor was the center of an animated circle. He 

 was most unreasonably composed, as I thought, and told us, with 



