ONE DEER. 



DICK and I were camping at a beau- 

 tiful lake in the Adirondacks. It 

 was rather late in the season and the deer 

 that a few weeks previously had been in 

 the habit of coming to the edges of the 

 streams and lakes to nip the lily-buds and 

 wade about in the shallow water, were 

 seldom seen. Occasionally an old buck 

 would come out at evening and take a 

 stroll along the sandy margin of the lake, 

 adding for the moment a touch of wilder 

 beauty to the dark forest background, and 

 after standing proudly at some rocky 

 point and surveying the scene, would dis- 

 appear again into the woods. 



A small bay half way up the lake 

 seemed to be a favorite place for the, 

 deer as innumerable tracks were always 



to be seen in the sand along the shore, 

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