AN UNSEEN ENEMY. 61 
" The sun was well down, and it was getting pretty 
shady in the woods when I struck a plain carry, made by 
traders in old times, from the head of the pond to a chain 
of lakes and a post beyond. 
" After following this about a hundred rods, I came to 
a standstill. A small sheet of water was just in front of 
me ; but what I noticed most was a lot of big, mossy 
rocks along the shore. They were the very rocks that I 
had seen in my dream ! 
And there, sir, not quite as I had dreamed it, but 
pulled up a little across the opening of the carry, was the 
lost canoe. 
" I came up to it with a creeping all over me, from 
head to foot. I knew what I should find there, even 
before I saw the patch of soft brown and white over the 
edge of the canoe. 
" There, just as she had stumbled and fallen, in her 
last feeble effort to reach the water, lay the beautiful doe, 
the blood still flowing from the fatal bullet-hole. She 
was quite dead. 
" Perhaps you'll laugh at me, sir, when I tell you I 
didn't cut her up ? 
" I took her out easy, and laid her on the moss, out of 
sight of the carry. She was a small, slender thing, and 
lifted easy. I threw some brush over her, and shouldered 
the canoe, which was not so large as the one we had 
brought with us from the first lake, and in five minutes 
was paddling down the lower pond as if all the spirits of 
the forest were after me. 
