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boat. The deer will be lost, for the gun he has is worthless. 

 In a moment we hear the gun, and then all is silent for 

 nearly half an hour. He has probably shot the deer. A 

 pretty business this ! We paying this impudent fellow to 

 take the deer from under our very noses. I was greatly 

 enraged, and it was well he did not make his appearance 

 soon. But the other dog has started now. A noisy and 

 exciting chase to and fro along the shore woods. After 

 awhile, who should make his appearance but Master George 

 again, shouting at the top of his voice, as he turned a point 

 of the island, with some small object swimming in the water 

 before him — 



" Here's your deer ! Here's your deer !" 



" The devil it is !" I exclaimed, for I had now rejoined 

 Piscator. " That's no deer. It looks more like a rabbit or 

 musk-rat." 



" Come along down shore and shoot it ; its a fawn," 

 shouted our redoubtable boatman. 



"Why, you rascal, I don't want to hurt that little 

 creature ! Take it alive !" I shouted. 



The fellow felt he had his peace to make, and accordingly 

 did his best to take the fawn alive. In his efforts to accom- 

 plish this, a most ludicrous and amusing scene occurred. 

 The dog Turk, who had lost the trail of his deer at the 

 water, then joined in the chase after the fawn, and now 

 came swimming boldly out after it. George had seized the 

 active little creature by the hind feet, and was endeavoring 

 to drag it into the boat. He had nearly succeeded, when 

 Turk leaped half way out of the water and upon the back 

 of the bleating fawn. George must release his hold to fight 

 off the dog, and now the struggle commenced. The fierce 

 and headstrong Turk, as in duty bound, is determined to 

 kill the game, and George that he shall not. While these 

 two are struggling, the poor little fawn would make some 

 headway, then George would be compelled to take up his 



