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go it seemed loath to leave, commencing to feed near 

 as soon as liberated, and allowed us to approach 

 closely, but gradually worked its way into the forest 

 and finally disappeared from view. 



An amusing incident happened to a friend of mine 

 who had hunted most persistently without success. 

 He wore glasses, without which he could not well see. 

 While passing through a thick clump of tall bushes 

 he was astounded by a terrific snort from a large buck 

 scarcely five feet in front of him, which, facing him, ac- 

 companied his vmnuisical ejaculation with sufficient 

 mouth-watering to becloud my friend's glasses beyond 

 use. He was compelled to clean them, and when ready 

 for action sought in vain for his insulting momentary 

 associate, who had made good his retreat. My friend 

 in relating his experience said, "I met a big buck to- 

 day, but he spat in my face, and left. Confound him, 

 I am going after him now, hot." 



A lady friend at my camp a few years ago who had 

 killed a deer concluded to go out after another, and 

 did so, with a guide at a proper distance in the rear. 

 She had gone but a short distance, but proceeding 

 with slow pace and great care, when she was suddenly 

 confronted from a clump of bushes near, by an 

 enormous buck, which stepped out in a leisurely 

 manner and stood for several seconds not ten feet off, 

 there they stood gazing in astonishment at each 

 other. Then with a few graceful bounds the buck 

 disappeared among the trees. Upon relating the 

 incident upon her return I asked, "But why did you 

 not shoot him?", to which she replied, "I never thought 

 of it. I wanted to see what he would do" — and she 

 saw. 



