a14 forty-four years of 



his tracks again this winter, and he will in a yciir kill fifty 

 deer. It is enough for us to kill them ; but as this d — 1 

 kills more deer every year than I do, I will try my best to 

 finish him this day, hungry as I am." 



"Well," replied Hugh, "if you are determined to attack 

 him, I will see you out." 



Following his tracks, we pursued him vigorously for a 

 mile or two, when we discovered a fine large buck covered 

 up with snow and leaves, like a large heap of potatoes, 

 his feet alone sticking out. We pulled him out, and found 

 him quite warm. There was but a small place torn in his 

 side, tlirough which his entrails had been pulled out by the 

 panther, which had eaten nothing but the liver, covered 

 up the carcass, and departed. We skinned the buck, and 

 hung up the meat, which was well bled, and the entrails 

 taken out as well as any hunter could have done it. In- 

 deed, it was a hunter that had done it, for that fellow 

 killed more deer in a year than any hunter, because he was 

 all the time, both night and day, in the best hunting- 

 ground, where he was killing game at every chance ; but 

 after the first of January, the hunter hunts but little more 

 till the following fall. 



This fellow had placed himself near where the buck was 

 feeding, and when the buck changed his position, he crawled 

 on his belly in the snow, until he got before him again 

 At last he placed himself behind the limb of a tree which 

 had fallen, but was raised a little off the ground. There 

 he had lain flat on the ground until the bnck came within 

 his reach ; when he sprang on him, threw him down, 

 turned him on his back, and bit him across the brisket 

 until he crushed his heart. The buck, though so strong 

 and active, had not so much as kicked in the snow. 



After we had hung up the venison, we again followed 

 the pa/ither's tracks, which soon entered a dense laurel 

 swamp We had traveled but a short distance in the 



