THE TAMING OF OL’ BUCK 231 
the two little fawns, held fast by Johnny, only 
tugged their heads for a moment, and then seemed 
almost content to remain. He fed them the last 
of the oats before they, too, seampered away, like 
animated sawhorses. 
“I tink dose two fawn, dey need camp,” 
Johnny said, returning all smiles. “ Little legs, 
dey all shiver dis way—so cold! ”—and he illus- 
trated with his own stout legs. 
So Johnny built a little lean-to of ‘hemlock 
boughs, not far into the woods, and bedded it with 
hay and baited it with oats and some carrots, and 
then coaxed the two small fawns into it. Once 
they were established there, he went out of a 
morning and sat ‘between them, on the hay, while 
they fed out of the pan on his lap. While he was 
so engaged, about the third morning, he was 
startled by a sound, and looking up, saw OI’ Buck 
himself at the entrance. 
“Ho!” said Johnny softly, “bon jour, OY 
Buck! So he come beg, eh? He come vera tame 
now, eh? He like Johnny leetle bit now, eh? He 
like nice breakfas’?” 
Johnny held out the pan, and Ol’ Buck poked 
