180 A DAY AT CHEE-HA. 



the deer recover my horse and gun, and return to 

 the tree where iny victim lay. But how apprise 

 my comrades of my position ? My last shot, how- 

 ever, had not been unnoted and soon their voices 

 are heard cheering on " Ruler," while far in 

 advance of the yet baffled pack, he follows unerr- 

 ingly on the tracks of the deer. They came at 

 last : but found me still so exhausted from fatigue, 

 that to wave my bloody knife, and point to the vic- 

 tim where he lay at my feet, were all the history I 

 could then give of the spirit-stirring incidents I 

 have just recorded. Other hunting matches have I 

 been engaged in, wherein double the number of 

 deer have been killed ; but never liave I engaged 

 in one of deeper and more absorbing interest, than 

 that which marked this " day at Chee-ha." 



VENATOE. 



