228 ON THE EDGE OF THE WILDERNESS 
midwinter, and the salt hunger was not in 
him. 
Again Johnny was disappointed, but he 
smiled cheerily. 
“T vink I fool ’em yet!” he said, and dumped 
a measure of oats into the hay. 
The next morning the hay was half gone, and 
the remainder trampled into the snow. ‘The oats 
had quite disappeared. 
“T tink dose deer, dey like oats,” Johnny 
mused. Whereupon he proceeded to establish 
half a dozen feeding stations at convenient points 
close to the logging roads, and to disappear from 
the camp before the others were up in the morn- 
ing, wriggling out of his bunk and into his boots 
with a soft smile on his face. . 
Soon after even the least interested of his mates 
began to notice that the deer were becoming 
tamer. Their white tails would often flash into 
the woods in front of the oncoming team, and at 
last one of them saw the leader of the herd him- 
self, feeding up in the slash, and only running 
away when the horses shook their bells as they 
approached. 
