182 One Deer. 



ing into practice a very simple problem in 

 levers. 



We had only a few yards more to go 

 before shallow water would be reached, 

 and picking up the rifle, I intended to stop 

 our locomotive, but the boat was un- 

 steady, and I fired the bullet directly into 

 the heart of the Adirondack wilderness. 

 Another bullet went on the same errand- 

 less mission. We were almost in the 

 shallow water, and shutting my teeth to- 

 gether with a firm resolve to hold steady, 

 I sent a bullet through the neck of the 

 deer, and with a convulsive start he sent 

 the spray flying in every direction, and 

 then lay kicking upon the water. 



Towing the deer to the shore, we got 

 him into the boat, and as I took the bow 

 again, Dick took up the paddle and we 

 started for camp. 



How fine the old buck looked in the 

 evening light, with his white belly up and 

 legs gracefully bent, as his head lay be- 

 tween my knees and I stroked his smooth 

 ears and opened the dark eyes and pat- 

 ted his neck. 



