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the pancakes, abundance of fat fresh venison, bread, butter, 

 cake and special nick-nacks put up by Mrs. Coe for Thanks- 

 giving, coffee, sugar and syrup, weather frosty but not too 

 cold, good, jolly, agreeable companions — what could have 

 been better or more to our liking? We can all look back 

 to a bright spot here and there in our lives — this is one in 

 mine. 



The next day I got another deer by waiting for him. 

 I first saw him about half a mile away coming toward me in 

 a wide open glade that had a little stream winding along 

 down its center, and willows growing along the banks of 

 the stream. It was destitute of trees or brush, excepting 

 the fringe of willows. Back at some distance there was 

 timber, some of which had been killed by fire, the blackened 

 stumps still standing. The deer came on directly towards 

 me, and acting exactly like the first one described in this 

 article. He was evidently following the track of another 

 deer. I took position among some stumps and fallen trees, 

 on the west side of the glade, thinking he would follow the 

 open glade, and so come within reach. He did not do this, 

 however, but turned short ofif to the west when about sixty 

 rods away. However, he kept coming a little nearer, and 

 when about forty rods ofif, as I judged the distance, I fired, 

 but shot under. He gave two or three jumps and stopped 

 perfectly still. This gave a better chance, and aiming high 

 so as not to undershoot I fired, the ball going through the 

 lungs. He ran some distance, at least forty rods, before he 

 fell. He was a white tail of good size with a fine set of 

 horns. I got one more deer during the trip, making four in 

 all, three of them by waiting for them to come and be shot. 

 I look back to this hunting trip with feelings of unmixed 

 pleasure. 



