all you like, and kill me if you can, but I'll save ni}' frou 

 or perish in the attempt!" 



And just as soon as she was headed and started 

 right, then he got away also, both entering the woods to 

 the left. 



And then the question was : What shall we do ? 

 Barnes said: "Let's go back to camp and give him a 

 chance to lie down. If he's mortally wounded we'll 

 find him, but I fear you've given him only a flesh 

 wound." We stopped at our fire for Barnes to drink his 

 bouillon which now was cold, and tlien commenced our 

 eight-mile journe_v to our tent. On tlie road down, before 

 we reached the logging camp, where we had started the 

 buck deer and the two does the day before, I crept along 

 very cautiously, hoping to catch a sight of the big ])uck. 

 The road that led by the old camp had a path in which 

 were several long logs leading lengthwise from the road 

 right to the camp, and walking on these logs with rubber 

 boots made no noise at all. Suddenly I came upon no 

 less than six deer feeding in and around a lot of rasp- 

 berry bushes. Four of them were so bunched at one 

 time I could have placed a bullet that would have gone, 

 possibly through four of them, certainly through three. 

 But they were all does ; the buck wasn't there and I stole 

 back to the "tote" road without even alarming them. 



It was dark when we reached camp. We were tired, 

 very tired. The excitement of the day had been so great 

 that neither guide nor ' ' sport ' " could sleep . The caribou , 

 and the moose, and the six deer kept marching in proces- 

 sion through our mind, followed by the queries: " Will 



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