134 THE STILL-HUNTER. 



emn as usual ; the luxuriant briers embrace your trow- 

 sers as fraternally as ever ; and the old logs and stumps 

 loom up around you more smiling and bigger than 

 before. But sight or sound of venison there is none, 

 and you are the sole being in a dreary microcosm of 

 snow, brush, briers, stumps, logs, and dead trees. 



