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any human intruders. Such a picture as 

 he made, standing side on, fearless and 

 brave. The guide had stopped paddling, 

 and the momentum gained was carrying 

 us nearer every second. Suddenly, com- 

 ing into his line of vision, he turned his 

 head in our direction and showed us a 

 most magnificent pair of velvet-covered 

 antlers. In his eye was the look of de- 

 fiance, and, with his great head lifted high 

 in the air, the water still dripping from 

 his brown coat, he seemed to say, "Well, 

 it's June, what are you going to do about 

 it?" And so it was. We left him, and 

 slowly paddled back to camp, wishing 

 that the seasons for a scarce minute had 

 changed, that October had been June, 

 that June had been October, and most 

 of all that we could have used a rifle. 

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