i8o AN AMERICAN HUNTER 



middle of a great flat. I did not have a close shot, for 

 they were running about 180 yards off. The buck was 

 rearmost, and at him I aimed; the bullet struck him in the 

 flank, coming out of the opposite shoulder, and he fell 

 in his next bound. As we stood over him, Joe shook 

 his head, and said, " I guess that little rifle is the ace; " 

 and I told him I guessed so too. 



