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wards us and her head turned to look at us — a 

 beautiful sight. She then trotted and bounded 

 off but her tail was down; she was not frightened; 

 she did not have our wind and she had not really 

 seen us, — or did she recognize us as friends'? 



I discovered another doe on a September day, 

 wandering about the marsh near the dunes to 

 the windward of me and about three hundred 

 yards away. She occasionally fed in the grass 

 but kept looking up, once directly at me. From 

 time to time she shook her tail nervously but 

 never spread the alarm. Gracefully jumping a 

 creek she startled a pheasant and watched it 

 flying away. At last she disappeared in the 

 thickets of the dunes. 



On a bright October day a doe emerged from a 

 dune bog and stood within fifty yards of me to 

 windward. As she slowly trotted off, two fawns 

 followed her, walking most charmingly side by 

 side. I said twins, but immediately afterwards 

 appeared a third fawn. Could they have been 

 triplets or were they merely friends, the children 

 of two or three parents'? 



On a winter's day in a sunny nook of a pine 



