DWIGHT-WIMAN CLUB. 



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"A cool day, this, for the deer to run," said Jimmy True- 

 man, ** but not a likely day for them to take to the 

 water — too windy." We were to-day almost V 



"Within the sober realm of leafless trees," * ' ' ' 



for ** the summer glory of the woods was gone," and the 

 bouquets of color, which had been such that we could 

 realize, as many cannot, Bryant's meaning, were faded 

 into sober russet and dead gray. Even the cheery green 

 of the tamarac had grown a dingy yellow, and the 

 smoky hue of the topmost fringe of leafless birch or 

 maple made sad contrast with the deep green of the 

 unchanging pine. 



At about 9.30 there began a most disturbing riot, for 

 the voices of what seemed a full pack of hounds were 

 heard, loud and excited, borne upon the wind from the 

 north-east of Long Lake. At 9.40, when, the uproar 

 was at its worst, "bang, bang, bang," came three chots 

 trom Tom Salmon's rifle, fired at a deer which passed 

 him on the run-way. At ten we heard a shot, as if from 

 Twin Lake, and hope sprang up in each breast for 

 Raynor's good fortune. 



The young dogs had been started at the birch grove 

 on Big Twin Lake, and scenting a buck, chased him 

 down towards Devil's Angle, where Ed. had put in Scout 

 and Fly. These two joined in the chase, and were re- 

 enforced by others of the hounds. Pretty soon, the quarry 

 doubled on his tracks and ran back to the head of Long 

 Lake where, as his traces proved, he crossed the little 

 shallow creek westward and was seen by a settler, flying 

 through his clearing, some miles to the westward, the 

 seven dogs all after him. . 



An hour and a half after this, the dogs came back 

 toward Camp, baflled but not exhausted ; crazy, rather, 



