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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 
