156 I GO A- FISHING. 



John sent his paddle into the water. Ten or a dozen 

 sharp strokes, and up went the head again to look at us, 

 but the bow of the boat swerved just enough to let John 

 shoot over my left, and at the instant the rifle cracked, 

 down went the buck, dead at the fall. I never saw a 

 deer fall more suddenly. After that I advised sportsmen 

 to paddle up to deer with white rubber coats on. 



