THE TAMING OF OL’ BUCK 207 
“* Oh, the darling!” she cried. “ Deer are such 
pretty, timid, gentle-eyed creatures, aren’t they? 
Come here, you pretty little thing.” And she 
drew near him, holding out her hand to stroke his 
head. 
She said later, when she got her wind back, that 
she believed her corset steels were all that saved 
her. 
Bill Snyder came frequently to see him, and on 
his last trip, the first of March, declared that in a 
week or two they’d set him free. But they never 
did. 
OP Buck discovered one night that he had! 
grown stronger and bigger. He went over the 
chicken wire, catching on the top, to be sure, and 
half breaking it down, and the following morning 
the man who fed him followed the tracks through 
the snow as far as the woods. That was the last 
he ever saw of OI Buck. 
So far as I know, that was the last anybody 
saw of OI Buck, for two years and a half. No- 
body with a gun saw him, at any rate, for he es- 
caped either death or wounds. Yet he might 
have been seen, too, for he roamed the country. 
