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THE W. H. DAVENPORT FIRE ARMS CO., Norwich, Conn, 



ONE DAY WITH THE WHITE TAILS. 



B. C. MORSE. 



The day was dawning and the first snow 

 of the season lay on the ground as I ap- 

 proached the foot of Mount Orne, New 

 Hampshire. The great Cat Bow woods 

 lay East and South, while at my foot 

 smiled the waters of Lake Martin meadow. 

 Now and then a grouse darted with whirr 

 of wing through the trees, or the discord- 

 ant cry of the blue jay or the " rat-tat " of 

 woodpecker awoke the echoes of the wood- 

 land. Carefully, with eyes searching the 

 ground for deer sign and ear ready to 

 catch the slightest noise, I passed up and 

 around the hill with rifle held ready for 

 instant action. The snow had fallen the 

 day before and each track I passed was 

 fresh, but I did not follow any. I was wait- 

 ing and watching for what I knew was in 

 the woods near by. As I approached the 

 summit of the mountain the sought for 

 track was found, leading, toward the top. 

 From the size of the footprint, I knew a 

 big buck was in front of me, to be tracked 

 down by careful stalking only. 



The buck was feeding as he went, now 

 and then stopping to tear the bark from 

 some tree in his path or dig holes in the 

 ground with his hoofs. On the top I 

 knew there was a basin and here I ex- 

 pected to find my victim. Most carefully 

 I looked over into this little valley, and, 

 on the far side, I saw the massive form 

 of the buck. My heart gave a thump of 



satisfaction as I noted the size of his ant- 

 lers. Six points I counted, and the spread 

 of the horns looked more than 2 feet. Five 

 minutes passed and as he turned his side 

 I raised my rifle, drew the sight close to 

 the point of the shoulder and pressed the 

 trigger. The buck gave a mighty bound 

 forward, turned short to the right, and, 

 with flag down, passed over the hill from 

 my view. 



Where the buck had stood lay a tuft of 

 hair. Farther on a crimson stain on each 

 side of his trail told the story of a deer 

 shot through. I followed and at a dis- 

 tance of 40 rods came in sight of my buck, 

 down but ready to run, as I found before 

 I had time to get in a shot. I did not 

 hurry, for I knew he was badly hurt and it 

 was only a question of time when I could 

 put my hand on him. A half mile far- 

 ther on I found him. He weighed 325 

 pounds. The next week I shot 2 does, 

 making 3 deer, all the law allows a sports- 

 man in New Hampshire. 



The forests are full of deer in Coos coun- 

 ty, and moose are fairly abundant North 

 of Connecticut lake. The killing of moose 

 and caribou is unlawful in this State until 

 1901. 



The duck eats the worm, 

 The man eats the duck, 

 The worm eats -the man, 

 The duck eats the worm. 



— Akron Beacon and Journal. 



