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125 Lafayelte St. Newark, N. 3. 



e ONE DEER AT ONE SHOT. 



I had been sick with scarlet fever, and as 

 I grew better the doctor informed me that 

 I could not attend school till after Christ- 

 mas. A week later my father received a 

 letter from his brother, who lived on a 

 small farm up in the backwoods of Maine. 

 Uncle John wrote that as I could not at- 

 tend school, and as I had never been at 

 his home, he would like to have me spend 

 the fall with him; that game was uncom- 

 monly abundant, and he would warrant me 

 a shot at a deer within a week after I ar- 

 rived. I was, of course, anxious to go and 

 after a little my parents consented, 



A letter was sent to Uncle John and a 

 day later I followed it with a brand new 

 rifle and plenty of ammunition. After a 

 long and tiresome journey I left the train 

 at a small station and found Uncle John 

 awaiting me. We were soon in the spring 

 wagon, driving swiftly over the somewhat 

 rough roads. Shortly after dark we arrived 

 at Uncle John's home, where I was greeted 

 by my cousin Joe, a genial lad with a frank, 

 open face, and we were soon the best of 

 friends. 



Next day was rainy and the deer hunt 

 my uncle had promised me did not take 

 place. I spent the day shooting at a mark 

 and helping Joe husk corn. My uncle was 

 delighted with my new Savage, and de- 

 clared it the finest gun he had seen, I 

 made him a present of it when I returned 

 home. 



Early the second morning I was awak- 

 ened by Joe, and we hustled around doing 

 the morning chores. On my asking where 

 his father was Joe replied that he had gone 

 to stir up the game. Soon after sunrise, 

 with a lunch in our pockets and our guns 

 in our hands, we were legging it through 

 lots and over fences making for a small 

 lake 2 miles from the house.. After 20 min- 

 utes of rapid walking we reached the lake 

 and Joe left me at the lower end, telling 

 me to watch the woods and lake both and to 

 keep cool if I saw anything. I promised 

 and he started off up the lake, soon dis- 

 appearing in the brush. 



Left to myself I fell to thinking what I 

 would do in case I should see a fine buck 

 with huge antlers running toward me 

 through the woods. I sat for some time 

 watching the woods as a cat would watch 

 a straw stack out of which she expected to 

 see a rat run. At last I turned my attention 

 to the lake and studied its calm surface. 

 Out on the water, close to the farther shore, 

 were 2 small black spots which I at first 

 took for stumps. Suddenly I thought I 

 could see them move. I strained my eyes. 

 Yes, slowly but surely, those spots were 

 nearing the middle of the lake. 



"They were coming toward me, and before 

 long I could see the shape of their heads. 

 They were deer. A buck ; I could see his 

 horns; and a doe. Nearer and nearer 

 they came. I was surprised to find my- 

 self so cool. I never felt steadier when 

 shooting at a rabbit. 



They were almost in to the shore, I be- 

 lieve I could have killed either one; 

 but I was cool enough to wait another min- 

 ute, until they reached shallow water and 

 were walking out. I drew a bead on the 

 buck and waited until his body was out of 

 the water, then fired. He gave a sharp 

 snort, made a furious bound, and fell splash- 

 ing into the water. The doe turned quickly 

 into the water again, the bullet I sent after 

 her skipping along the surface of the lake. 

 I sprang into the water and taking the dead 

 buck by the feet dragged him to shore. I 

 picked up my rifle and as I did so I heard 

 the report of Joe's rifle as he fired at 

 the doe. After 3 shots he gave it up, as she 

 kept all but her nose under water. Joe and 

 Uncle John soon joined me and heartily 

 praised my shot. That evening I partook 

 of my first venison and went to bed tired 

 but happy. I had killed my first deer witL 

 one shot. 



Herbert A. Robinson, Fabius, N. Y. 

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He (very stout) — I can not express my- 

 self! 



She (looking at the clock)— Oh, hum; 

 well, go by freight, then.— Philadelphia 

 Bulletin. 



