134 EARLY DAY STORIES. 



feed on the stubble ground near the house, sometimes com- 

 ing so near that one of them could have been shot from the 

 door. Toward spring there were only eight of them, two 

 having either strayed away or been killed. We never dis- 

 turbed or intentionally frightened these animals that seemed 

 to have learned not to fear us. Ah well ! those times are past 

 — gone forever, leaving a sad, but yet a pleasant memory. 



