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log, and as the deer leaped over both at once, I 

 fired!" 



" Singed him, no doubt," said one. 



"Shot off one leg, at least!" said he, reassuring 

 himself. 



" Made capital use of the remainder, however!" 

 bantered a third. " But come we burn day-light ; 

 look for blood, and put the dogs on the trail of the 

 legless buck." 



And away went the Laird, hunting for the hoof- 

 print, and turning over the leaves to try and coax a 

 show of blood. 



" Here it is !" cried he, as he held up a leaf. " I 

 told you so !" 



"Blood?" inquired G . 



" No," said he, " the marrow of his leg !" 



"Poh! poh!" said G ; "marrow without 



blood ! how would you get at it ?" - 



" Marrow !" said he. 



" Fudge !" said G ; " but put on the hounds, 



and they will soon tell who is right." 



"We brought them to the trail, and it was curious 

 to observe how instantaneously they regained their 

 confidence, when it was no longer a bear to be 

 encountered, but a buck to be pulled down. Away 

 they go for Green Pond and all the hunters are 

 riding pell in ell with the dogs, expecting to see the 



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