ZOOLOGICAL SOCIETY 
BULLETIN. 
MULE DEER FAWNS. 
These fawns, born in June of this year, are a valuable addition to the herd of mule deer, which now contains six specimens. 
three hours day and night. If they got hungry 
they would either jump on me or climb all over 
my body—for I slept in the little corral with 
them. I found if I left them they got uneasy 
and tried all manner of ways to escape. Old 
Skookum, the pack-horse, seemed to take no end 
of interest in them, looking at them as if he had 
a mind to herd them. Poor little orphans, when 
I had them fed they would all lie down close be- 
side me and go to sleep, I suppose, or, at any 
rate let me get forty winks, till hungry again 
when they would beat me with their fore feet. 
Their mothers must have a hard time with them, 
but not many mothers had as many as I was 
blessed with. 
After having fully graduated on the sucking 
bottle, I made them three small erates and fitted 
them as side packs on the trusty back of Skoo- 
kum, placing two kids in each of those on the 
sides and one on top. It was a bulky pack, and 
necessitated a deal of chopping by Jimmy and 
myself to get rid of the trees that obstructed the 
narrow trail down by Sheep Lake and so down- 
wards to Sam Cadeux’s place above Sheep Creek 
road house and the open ease of the wagon 
roads home to Fort Steele, where we built an 
enclosure about one hundred feet square close 
to our shack and enclosed with close wire fenc- 
ing. It was something of a sight for Fort 
Steele people to behold those little fellows come 
climbing over myself and each other to get the 
first drink from the feeding bottle and follow- 
ing me around the streets. 
As in the case of the two we captured in 1904, 
I found they did better on birch brush (the 
leaves and small twigs), than any other food, 
though, of course, while on that class of dietry 
they had their cream as usual. In the fall I 
weaned them from the kidlike folly of mere 
cream and feeding bottles and began to feed 
them with bran and oats mixed. They got 
along splendidly on this, but seemed to greatly 
like good clover hay of which they got all they 
cared to eat. 
I was sorry the day I parted with them to go 
on their long journey to the Bronx Zoological 
Gardens, for they were really interesting little 
pets. It is true they would never permit a 
strange hand to be laid on them, and if a 
stranger approached too close to them they 
would at once stampede to me for protection. 
I suppose they looked on me as their parent, or 
protector, or Special Providence. Anyhow, I 
trust they are proving a credit to my educational 
establishment. I did the best that in me lay 
to perfect them for the great outside world and 
the perils and pitfalls of Gotham. Here, by the 
way, Mr. T. T. MeVittie, P: L. S.,. of Eort 
Steele, saw them the other day, and from his 
account of them I feel that “My Kids” are 
maintaining the reputation of the land of their 
nativity. 
