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an animal just above me. Turning my head, I saw a 

 beautiful buck mule deer gazing fixedly down at me, 

 from a distance of not more than forty yards. Its 

 attitude betokened intense curiosity mingled with 

 apprehension, and its large dark eyes seemed riveted 



GOOD WAPITI GROUND IN THE EARLY AUTUMN 



upon me in a gaze expressive both of fear and hope, 

 fear lest I should prove dangerous, hope that I might 

 not. 



As I raised my rifle and looked at those appeal- 

 ing eyes, I was for an instant conscious of feelings 

 altogether out of place in a hunter's breast. It seemed 

 a shameful thing to take the life of this trustful brute, 



