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cline. A hundred yards or so up the hill he 

 was seen lying dead. 



Having taken my eyes off the second one, 

 who had fallen, to follow the route of the 

 first one around the right of the butte, I now 

 turned back to the second. To my amaze- 

 ment he was nowhere to be seen ; then he sud- 

 denly appeared almost at our feet, rapidly 

 climbing the butte. This was a complete sur- 

 prise, as I had counted him as being dead. 

 His bolt was of short duration, however, for 

 when he got so close to us that we could al- 

 most touch him with the rifle, he slipped and 

 fell, rolling over and over until he landed 

 at the bottom — dead for sure. This feat 

 of his showed with what strong muscular ac- 

 tion these animals are gifted. The bullet had 

 passed through the heart and its force had 

 knocked him over, yet he had risen and made 

 a rush up the face of the butte where the snow 

 was at least a foot deep. 



In 1906, I made a shot at a fine buck deer 

 on my own grounds in the Maine woods. 

 The buck was standing broadside on, two 

 hundred and thirty paces away, and close to 

 a dead-fall of trees five feet high. When the 

 bullet struck he cleared the dead-fall as easily 

 as an expert jumper would get over a four-foot 



