40 HILLS AND LAKES. 



large perhaps as a lamb of a week old. Its color was 

 a light red, bordering on yellow, dotted with a multi- 

 tude of dark spots, of the size of a shilling. Its limbs 

 were delicately and beautifully formed, and its whole 

 structure presented an appearance of peculiar lightness 

 and agility. There it lay, snug in its hiding-place, as 

 if unconscious that one of the greatest enemies of its 

 race was gazing upon it. It is a peculiar instinct of 

 the fawn, while yet young, to remain in the hiding- 

 place in which it is placed by its dam, even though 

 danger and death approach it. It did not offer t~ stir, 

 as I lifted it from its bed of leaves, and held it in my 

 arms, without a struggle on its part, or any attempt at 

 escape. After examining it a few minutes, I placed it 

 quietly in its bed again, and passed on. As we 

 entered the woods, we noticed the white flag of the 

 mother, as she bounded in a circle round us, towards 

 where her little one 1 had been secreted. She had 

 doubtless been watching us as we stood by the spot, 

 and was hastening back to see if her treasure had 

 been stolen. 



We reached Indian Lake about noon, and erected 

 our shantee for the night. Finding no materials for 

 constructing a boat, we proceeded to make a raft; 



