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running or rather bounding along at a distance of 

 one hundred yards would, I should imagine, be no 

 easy matter. For the moment my shot appeared to 

 make no impression on the buck, as he continued his 

 flight in a line parallel with the course of the little 

 stream, in a series of bounds, which seemed to be 

 taken with extraordinary ease and lightness. In a few 

 moments he was out of sight. 



I now walked quickly along on my side of the 

 stream, looking for a place to cross it in order to see 

 if there was any blood on the deer's tracks, and had 

 not gone far when I suddenly saw him standing in 

 the scrub, whisking his long fluffy tail from side to 

 side. At the same instant he saw me, and with a 

 bound crossed the stream to my side and passing 

 through about fifty yards of scrub ran out into a 

 piece of natural meadow land perhaps one hundred 

 and fifty yards in breadth, which divided two patches 

 of bush and across which there ran a rough wooden 

 fence about four feet in height. Following in the 

 direction the deer had taken, I was just in time to 

 see him clear the fence, with such an easy, graceful 

 bound that I began to think that I must have missed 

 him, after all, or only given him a slight wound. I 

 cut his tracks, however, as quickly as possible, and 

 then saw at once from the way the blood was 

 sprinkled over the snow that he had got the bullet 

 right enough through the lungs, and would not be 

 likely therefore to go much farther. 



