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repeatedly shot through her shoulder. She had 

 but one thought that of reaching her beloved 

 and unprotected little ones. And here at the 

 very last was another of these strange human 

 beings holding her defenceless children and she 

 was unable to protect or defend them. 



It seemed as if I could read all these thoughts 

 and many more as I stood with tears rolling 

 down my own cheeks, looking into the moist 

 eyes of the doe. I stood in silent sympathy 

 and thought. Would the day ever come when 

 human beings would learn to love, protect and 

 appreciate the real value of every living crea- 

 ture ? Would man ever learn to live with 

 mother nature so as truly to understand her 

 simple but powerful laws of love, economy and 

 evolution? Would all the world in time be 

 governed by it in harmony and peace ? I could 

 but do my little part and hope. As I stood 

 thus in meditation the fawns raised themselves 

 upon their weak, uncertain legs and staggered 

 to their mother's side. She looked at her little 

 ones as they approached and then at me. I 

 walked toward the spring and left her with her 

 own. I tried to carry water from the spring in 

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