230 AMERICAN GAME. 
canoes along the margin of streams and brooks to which 
the deer come down to feed, having a light elevated in 
the bows upon a plank which partially conceals the 
person of the shooter—or by walking stealthily through 
the woods with a fire-pan supported by a staff, and filled 
with blazing light wood knots, carried before you by an 
assistant, close in whose wake you crawl along, with 
ready gun, prepared for secret murder. Seeing the 
mysterious lights through the glimmering twilight of the 
woods, the timid deer stands at gaze half curious, half 
fascinated, until the strong reflected light falling on the 
balls of his distended eyes, makes them glare out like 
balls of fire, and enables his dastardly associate to point 
“the deadly tube directly at the centre of his broad fair 
brow between them, and so to slay him unsuspecting. 
Worse yet, indeed worst of all, where all are bad and 
base, is the practice borrowed from the Indian, who 
killing not for sport but for necessity, not to gratify the 
hunter’s gallant zeal, but to supply his wigwam with 
food for its inmates, at all times killed from ambush, 
and never discharging an arrow but when he wassure of 
killing—is the practice, I say, of lying in ambush by 
some salt-lick, or spring to which the deer comes down 
to drink, and, well concealed to the leeward of his path, 
to shoot him down without difficulty, as without excite- 
ment. 
The more legitimate modes—the only modes to which 
I think the true sportsman will resort—are deer-stalking, 
