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played beneath the silken shirt, and I saw merely 
a white strip of tail going over the fence, from a 
standing start. It was a clean, beautiful jump 
of six feet. I have heard sporting editors liken 
hurdlers to deer—but they never saw Ol’ Buck 
take a fence! 
The week of legal deer hunting opened at six 
o’clock on December first. It is only three miles 
from the village, across the swamp to the first 
leap of the mountain, yet before the sun was up 
that day fifty men with guns had either passed 
along this road, or were stationed at various 
points in the swamp woods beside it. What show 
had OY Buck and his little herd against such 
odds? ‘There were more than five hunters, more 
than ten barrels, to each deer! Well, they had 
one considerable advantage over the hunters— 
they had better ears and infinitely better noses. 
A hunter, if he wants a good nose, has to employ 
a dog, and dogs are not permitted in deer hunt- 
ing in our State. As a matter of fact, when the 
first hunters came along the road, long before 
six o’clock, and struck into the swamp woods by 
a logging road, Ol’ Buck and his little herd were 
