ALONG FOUR-FOOTED TRAILS 



One day, late in October, I noticed a noble 

 male specimen whose description has just been 

 given. He pawed the earth, snorted and ran 

 up and down the prairie for a quarter of a mile 

 or more. Presently two does and three fawns 

 drew his attention ; he ran after them and drove 

 them in my direction. They passed within a 

 few yards of me. There beside a large strange 

 doe was the faithful little one with the torn ear 

 and close behind her were the two adopted 

 fawns. The proud buck with his large " prong- 

 horns" had claimed her for his own. On and 

 on they went, joining others, as the strong buck 

 fought his battles and gathered many a doe into 

 his wild harem. They were on their way to the 

 canon to spend the winter, sheltered from the 

 cold winds and driving snow of the flat lands. 



That was the last time I saw the little doe and 

 the fawns that I had long since begun to call 

 my own. I have always been glad that the 

 sweet memory of that morning's pleasure was 

 not marred by the realization of this fact as I 

 saw the graceful animals with the noble buck 

 disappear from my view in the distance. 



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