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was very plainly to be heard from the band that 

 passed within 50 yards of me in the morning. 



They snort a good deal and grunt a little, and, not- 

 withstanding their continual haste, I noticed that from 

 time to time one or two would lie down, but at once 

 jump up and rush on when they found they were being 

 left behind. Many more single deer came that day, 

 but no more large herds. 



About 4.30 a fawn of this year (2| or 3 months) came 

 rushing up from the north, all alone. It charged up a 

 hill for 200 yards, then changed its mind and charged 

 down again, then raced to a bunch of tempting herbage, 

 cropped it hastily, dashed to a knoll, left at an angle, 

 darted toward us till within 40 yards, then dropped 

 into a thick bed of grass, where it lay as though it had 

 unlimited time. 



I took one photograph, and as I crawled to get one 

 nearer, a shot passed over my head, and the merry 

 cackle told me that Weeso had yielded to temptation 

 and had ' collected ' that fawn. 



A young buck now came trotting and grunting toward 

 us till within 16 paces, which proved too much for 

 Weeso, who then and there, in spite of repeated recent 

 orders, started him on the first step toward my museum 

 collection. 



I scolded him angrily, and he looked glum and 

 unhappy, like a naughty little boy caught in some 

 indiscretion which he cannot understand. He said 

 nothing to me then, but later complained to Billy, 

 asking, "What did we come for?" 



Next morning at dawn I dreamed I was back in 



