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which they were bound to pass. When we 

 got back with the rifle they had disappeared. 



In the afternoon we went out to the second 

 look-out, and waited till sunset. It was a 

 wonderful evening, not a breath of wind, and 

 the mosquitoes and flies were out in force even 

 on the top of our little hill. In a small pond 

 below us half-a-dozen black duck were 

 swimming about through the reeds, while 

 the hundreds of rings on the water showed 

 that the pond was well stocked with trout, 

 but Steve said they were all very small and not 

 worth catching; the pond must have been 

 simply alive with them judging from the 

 number of rises. 



Presently we saw a barren doe come out of 

 the woods and feed towards where we had shot 

 yesterday's stag. The sound of chopping wood 

 in camp was quite distinct in the still air, and 

 whether it was hearing this or whether she had 

 winded where the dead stag had lain, she 

 turned back and swam straight out into the 

 lake for about 300 yards, then turned north 

 and swam at least a mile to a jutting out 

 wooded point where she landed, shook herself 

 like a dog and disappeared in the woods. She 

 swam very high in the water with her scut 

 straight up. It was a pretty sight, as I could 

 watch her all the way with my glasses. 



