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Hunting the Mule -Deer in Colorado. 



"AND TINY SAID HE THOUGHT HE COULD. 



dog for these hills. Don't scare the deer away, and always fetches 

 'em. I can take twenty-five dollars for that dog any day ; but 

 money can't buy him. You see, he knows as well as I do just what 

 to do. When I get to see a band, I just put him down, and he goes 

 right for 'em and begins to bark. Well, you see, the big ones wont 

 run for him, and after stamping awhile they take after him. He 

 runs a little ways, and then they stop, and he begins to bark again ; and 

 so he keeps leading 'em right toward me, or I keep working up to 

 'em ; and they're so worried and mad and interested, that sometimes 

 I get in two or three shots before they get wind of me at all. That's 

 the way I got that big buck, and I reckon he'd 'a' been too cunning 

 for me ; but Tiny fetched him, and he can do it every time. Can't you, 

 Tiny? " 



And Tiny said he thought he could. 



Next morning, I resumed my hunt ; but, although I saw frequent 

 indications of their recent movements — probably during the night — 

 in large bodies, I saw no more deer, and again I returned empty- 

 handed, this time consoled by the fact that the others had no better 

 luck ; in fact, they had not seen a deer at all. 



But through failures like these is the way to ultimate success. I 

 saw my blunders, and thought I might profit by them. I saw that I 



