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that we need it for food. Please hurry, or it may run 

 away." 



" I don't think it will go, and I am quite willing 

 that you should shoot it," said the Doctor. 



Olive looked at her father in surprise, but his face 

 told nothing. Dodo suspected something, and vent- 

 ured, " I think it must be a tame Deer you have 

 brought to teach us with." 



"No, it can't be," said Nat. "Uncle would never 

 be so cruel as to shut up a tame Deer to be shot." 



" Don't you think we had better go and see, instead 

 of talking?" said i\Ir. Blake. "There goes Rod down 

 the hill now. Who knows but what he will get the 

 first shot." 



" I see it ! " cried Nat ; " a real big Deer with curly 

 horns, I mean antlers, and a skin about the color of a 

 donkey's. • See, Olive, it stands between the birches 

 right against the side hill." 



"Oh, it's moving," wailed Dodo. 



" It has gone. Rod has frightened it," shouted Nat. 



"Yes, it has disappeared, surely," said the Doctor. 

 " We might go and see what Rod has to say for him- 

 self." 



"It is behind the trees, I can see its legs," said 

 Olive, as they reached the pasture. "It's backing in 

 between the trees again. Why, father, it's a big 

 target shaped like a Deer ! " 



So it was. The animal was first sawed out of wood, 

 then fastened together with movable legs, after the 

 fashion of a jumping Jack. Then it was padded a 

 little and covered with stout sail-cloth, which was 

 painted so that at a short distance it really looked 



